How strong I am and yet so fragile.
How unaffected I am and yet things find their ways back to me when I sleep cutting myself from the world.
They knock me and scream inside me until I wake up to rescue myself!
I wonder what dreams are made of or nightmares are.
For each day I fear to sleep, knowing how easily they can slime their ways inside me.
Sometimes we run away and yet things finds their ways back to us.
Maybe we hold them so long, we try to erase them from our memories and yet they want to live that they find their ways back to us.
Dreams I fear, for they show me what I am Really, who I am beneath my face, who I am in reality.
They scare me to death and so now I realize why I have been running away all my life.
I see there are many undealt things I have left back in life, which keeps knocking me from the abyss and I term them as– I just had a nightmare which I usually don't have!
Maybe I will just run away from them.
I know they are me and I am them for they still reside in me in bits and dreams.
The Uncovered Thoughts
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