Saturday, 9 March 2013

Fix me, for I am broken

Can we go backwards, back to happier times? PLEASE

Last night I had this dream............... or was it a nightmare............

The dream was a violent an unexplained tragedy, being slowly torn apart by the corrosive need to understand why, what my life was all about. Everything was broken, I felt broken, smashed to pieces, but my dream was nothing like my life, or so it is to the outside world.  
So where had it come from. Was it a warning?  A deep set subconscious......

I woke the tears dried on my face, feeling bemused that I was in bed, and not standing in the desolate wasteland, it wasn’t real. The whiteness of the duvet a cloud of comfort and reassurance, a cushion maybe for what was to come. Well, I wanted to stay in my comfort zone if it was.

The panic rose in me, the dream had been so intense it left me shaking. The sound of the clock chiming, it was only 4 am, what was I doing?   The dawn was creeping through the dark sky............
 
 

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