Time of illusions

Thought it was finally going to be fine.

It looked up once again.

Finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Or so I thought.

Was it all an illusion? 

Actually just another period of being "fine", before it all comes crushing down again?

What happened to the cornflakes?

Or is it just a tingle of the toe?

This is indeed the weirdest "numb" I have ever felt.

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