Nights can be tough, full of creatures I don’t recall meeting anywhere near my deepest fantasies. I can see blood and darkness, violence and echoes of lives I went through, scars and pain.
I live the nightmares like it is real life. I feel the emotions. I carry the weight of the sensations emprisonning my body. I recall ways of finding solace. And I swear that I will survive.
Something inside is trying to get hold of the key to understand what’s going on when I close my eyes and let my mind wander in the silent night.
Some nights are made of beauty. A few. Just so I can relax in the enchantment of this break. It won’t last and won’t remain. Good dreams will vanish and bad dreams will take over.
Nights will be tough again. I will empty my mind of all the things I can hardly bear…
What are the colors of your nights?