I sat on my bed, looking out through the darkness and the window out into the night sky that was filled with stars.
Feelings are rushing through my mind, body, and soul.
Overwhelming me.
Suffocating me.
I can't stand the pressure that has been slowly building.
I could practically taste my own death in the air.
Eyes closed, mind wide open.
My mom always said that there was no better way to dream.
Mind and heart wide open, honey. Just remember that.
From the reality of my own life to the fantasy of my dreams.
Fairy tale endings and overused plots: Dragons, princesses, knights in shining armor, fairies, maybe even a couple of talking mice.
In my own mind, I could escape.
Escape from all this madness.
Madness that could only be described as Life.
Coming back into my own true life, I noticed the light reflecting off the moon and onto the floor. Light that illuminated the previously darkened room and its contents.
The floor covered in unsung lyrics on old papers and napkins. Some pictures from happier times and happier places. An old vase that had long been shattered by my brother's football. Blood staining the pieces when I had attempted to pick them up. All these things brought back old memories.
Memories that had been unsuccessfully suppressed.
Tears filled my light blue eyes. One lone teardrop fell and slid, only to be swiped away and forever lost. But it didn't matter anyway. More were soon to follow.
Falling back onto the bed, a deep breath, followed by a sigh.
Nothing else could fill my mind.
Only the one person who had haunted my dreams and stalked my thoughts.
Someone who was only a memory.
But to me….
A person who never knew when to let go of things…
Especially, my heart.