Dreams and Life.
People say you never remember your dreams. But I do. I remember every single thing I witness at the absence of my conscience. Everything my subconscious tortures me into witnessing. It is a weird experience, waking up and realizing that all that torture, all that torment, it was all something my own mind created. Sometimes, I am deeply in awe of the way the dreams trick me into thinking they are real, but most times, I just wake up crying. I hate feeling like an outsider in my own body. I hate the fact that I have to relive my worst fears every night. I will give this though, they are always new. My brain likes to keep the torture interesting. Never the same thing twice. Are those what you call nightmares? I do not know. Maybe they are. Or maybe, I am exaggerating. After all, I am a writer. I will never know. What I do know is, I have fallen into a deep cycle. A cycle where I chase after a love I know I'll never get. My dreams are just witnesses to the harm I've been t...