These kind of dreams they do not leave, even once awake. Like chains they drag behind me, and slow me down with weight. And though my eyes are open, clearly I can see, the remanence of sleep, a pungent memory. A disgusting nightmare seeping into day, a parasite of mind, my happiness it takes. Trying to forget I remind myself it is illusion, but the night, a wicked puppet master, conjures my confusion. Trust and fear like puppet strings pull upon my heart, until slowly my emotions begin to fall apart. Deep inside the darkness, I fight to stay awake, and soothe the revenant wounds that cause my heart to ache.
My soul must stay vigilant to each moment of peace, remind me of the truth beyond reality. That whatever nightmares escape into the light, can not match the fury of the silence.
The sun comes up and no one knows, no one speculates. No evidence emerges that intuition was at play. Despite the whispers, tiny fears, the residue of dreamland beckoning to stay, the sights and sounds, the tastes, the touch, the betrayal fades away.
On and on, another day.
