I dream of past dreams. Stuck in a recurring loop of incoherent thought and feeling. Experiences and imaginings thrown together and held in place by something that cannot be described.
Ideas regurgitated as half formed realities inside my head. The landscape of my dream thrown upside down, poured forth from the darkest depths of my subconscious into my mind's eye in a form of self torture known only to myself. Forcing myself to relive the worst moments of my life over and over again in the vain hope that I finally come to terms with those occurrences and learn from them. Only to have the progress made forgotten upon my awakening and to be relived throughout the next night in an unforgiving cycle of torment and unremembered pain.
Well that's enough of random thoughts for one night.
"They say that I must learn to kill before I can feel safe, but I, I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave."
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