I see the dawn. Reaching over the hills and rushing to cast away the darkness. The timing is perfect. My eyes are blue. My lungs are black. I lay face first on the dirt with darkness at every inch of me.
But then I see the dawn. The light racing on a white horse to save me at the last second, it's something out of an old western movie. But this time I'm safe.
And the timing is perfect. The taste hits my lips and my soul begins to breathe again. I look up to see a man with glow out shining the sun. My eyes can only stand to see him for a second.
A rush of guilt and past sins hit my face like a ton of bricks. I try on my own to move away; away from his helping hands. My guilt moves me. I get to my knees and push with everything I have but fall right back in the same spot.
The last bit of tears shuffle away as I hear a soft, yet, firm voice above me. "Won't you let me in?" With blindness starting to overwhelm me I reach out my hand in the blackness hoping that his hand will still be there... not even a few seconds after I have lifted my fingers, I feel his hands wrap around me and carry me up.
And the timing was perfect. I see the creatures of the night kicking and screaming at the man who now carries me. I feel the pain they cast on him as he guards me like I was his own son.
And here comes the dawn. It rushed through the cities and through the valleys in search of me. And now he carries me. Through the black and blue, he carries me.
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