Bodily emotions
Constant nightmares reveal a different kind of helplessness. Terrible dreams pull me violently from sleep. Frozen in cold sweat, too tired to decipher oddities. The pattern repeats. Each night stirring secrets of how fragile reality truly is.
In my dreams, I can touch things. But here, longings are weightless, slipping through fingers and falling beyond reach. Voices spill into corporeality, and again into lucid dreams. Resounding. Reverberating. Echoes ingrained into aching limbs.
Each dawn, I muffle whispers and wish for sanity on bent knees. By midnight, falling stars grant my wish. Descending violently. Crashing down and splintering on impact. The dust never settles. Walls tremble, my bones rattle like cymbals. I wake up and soothe by longing for whims of distant evocations, shapeless and without form.
Nocturnal stillness. Like outlines lurking in the corner of the room. Whimpering and reaching. Familiar, kind, and almost warm. When I wake, these indulgent desires are gone. And I must go where they cannot leave. Into the darkest night of the soul.
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what a piece !
This is heavy, but also strangely comforting, just how I love it!!