It is strange.
When the heart is wounded deeply, the mind takes over. It is forced to muffle and strangle thoughts. It buries memories alive. Burying the living dead isn't difficult though. Its keeping them buried that is the constant struggle. Its a tough fight during the day - everyday -, but at night, at night the mind must rest and that is when they all escape. Or at least they try to.
Lately however, a tired mind has let thoughts wander and the memories free. And i must tell you the "days are as dark as the nights are long", but sleep is beautiful. In slumber, the dream theater produces motion pictures better than the best cinema has to offer - short films though they are. Echoes, shadows, and grey are replaced with contentment, shade, and color and before my eyes slowly open to heaviness of the former, my final feeling is:
"i'll miss you when i wake up".
*warning: author is trained professional. Do not try this at home
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