Holographic Projections on the Plain of Existence

In the mist of this reality
I dream
Fully aware of what the light can do to me
I see
Darkness is calling me
waking me from deep sleep
My eyes are never fully open
I close them to avoid the dead things
They still call me
Crawling on me
If this is an illusion
Why is the fire gaining on me

- Words whispered by a ghost who lay dying before me

Josalisa RiOt