Nightmare #1


I wake up.

No.

I dont wake up, I cannot. There are still the same things assaulting the mind of my body.

Have I gone too far?

No. I ignore my own question.

I pity myself. To be blunt, somewhere between hatred and self-loathing I forgot to wake up.

Everytime I look at the watch, I feel angry.

------------ Time runs backwards.

I do not hate myself. In fact, I love my existence. That is why I still have enough energy left to be concerned, or to pity myself.

There is no such thing as peace. The only ones bringing peace are Anti-heroes, because heroes can't accomplish anything like that.

Heroes fight.

They fight for something, therefore they cannot bring peace.

Somewhere deep within me, I want to be a hero. But as written above, I do feel hatred.

Am I an Anti-hero? Somebody who is trying to not disturb anybody, somebody who is doing nothing wrong?

I compensate. That's all I do. I hate myself for my helplessness-

but still, I don't want to be at fault at anything.

I live peacefully, without regret.

But why?

Why does it hurt so much?