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The weather is wet, and cold with a harsh numbing bite.

I pay no heed.  I am after what is to be.

In my own reality world, on the Highway.

I am after the glowing dream of love.

After the sun you rose in the ashen world.

How can I be so close but still so far?

I am afraid I will drift away and not come home.

Hold me please, keep me sane and safe.

My own nightmares are slithering to darker places.

I look to the sun,

wishing,

longing,

and hoping.

Running my hands down the marked armour,

the marks of victories, defeats and stalemates.

I want to be home, not on a spook chase.