You want to know what's seriously sad?
What really makes me balk?
A few short months ago, I spent every possible second awake.
Sleeping was worse than anything because the nightmares.
They left me feeling hollow and like I was oozing with thick, black goo.
But now?
Now I do my best to sleep.
Because even the nightmares are better than this life.
At least in the nightmares I'm not alone
.
In the nightmares they talk to me...
Everyone is willing to show up and tell me all those awful things, or do even worse things..
. But you know what?
They still show up.
They still talk to me.
They're still there and It's become reliable
.
My nightmares aren't my saving grace, but they're certainly around a lot more than my sanity and they've become my new home.
A dark, broken and lonely home that only I live in.
But it's a home.
That's all that matters...
I'm home again.
