Mar 9, 2017
... I hate when the dreams are dark. Sometimes I can see; see with sensations that make the hairs on my skin stand up, my body gets cold and my tongue gets dry. I know what’s there, I don’t have to see with the naked eye.
Once in awhile I close my eyes and I see things that make being alive seem less worth living.. Everything feels real and the sunlight feels like home. I feel warm. Safe; the kind of security a child would feel in their mother’s arms as she cradles them back and forth. I wish I could stay.. The voice tells me to leave; it tells me it’s not my time yet..
... I hate when the dreams are dark..
Can I just lay in the sun for a moment?...