Where do you put your fears when you go to bed at night? Where do they go when you curl up into your pillow? Mine turn into nightmares, and manifest faces with blood red eyes. They keep me awake at night and haunt my subconscious with the sunrise. How do you sleep so soundly through this haze? When the fear of my fears keeps me from drifting off. All I have are these secrets, tucked nicely into corners of my dusty mind. That quietly unfold, and cone to life at night. There are places inside me, I hope you never have to see. But nonetheless, these are still pieces of me.










