Found on deviantart.com, I wish I would have found it sooner.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
When sleep is the enemy.
The nightmares that have plagued me most of my life have become a bit of an infection among my family. There are now four of us who share a very common nightmare, to make matters worse they go together like a puzzle.
My older brother has dreamed of what must be done ahead of time, my younger brother has dreamed of the “event”, my sister has dreamed of the days following and I have always dreamed of the rest.
I have never shared the specific details that are common to the nightmares of my brothers and sister, the fact that they have all know of these details because of their own nightmares disturbs me greatly.
I can fight these nightmares with prayer and meditation but I cannot fight the future.
My older brother has dreamed of what must be done ahead of time, my younger brother has dreamed of the “event”, my sister has dreamed of the days following and I have always dreamed of the rest.
I have never shared the specific details that are common to the nightmares of my brothers and sister, the fact that they have all know of these details because of their own nightmares disturbs me greatly.
I can fight these nightmares with prayer and meditation but I cannot fight the future.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tis Time…
Tis time to put things here back to the way they were.
Tis time to take off the purple suit and jacket.
Tis time to wash the make up off the face.
Tis time to wash the color out of my hair.
Tis time to stop walking oddly.
Tis time to stop speaking strangely.
My venture into madness has taken a far greater toll than I could have ever imagined.
Sleep has become something to avoid, this is a battle I thought I was intimately familiar with but this is something new.
The “ticks” of licking my lip and shifting my eyes has become very difficult to control much less stop.
I fear the scars will never fade, that my personality has been forever altered and things will never go back to the way they were.
Tis time to take off the purple suit and jacket.
Tis time to wash the make up off the face.
Tis time to wash the color out of my hair.
Tis time to stop walking oddly.
Tis time to stop speaking strangely.
My venture into madness has taken a far greater toll than I could have ever imagined.
Sleep has become something to avoid, this is a battle I thought I was intimately familiar with but this is something new.
The “ticks” of licking my lip and shifting my eyes has become very difficult to control much less stop.
I fear the scars will never fade, that my personality has been forever altered and things will never go back to the way they were.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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