My hearts screams what my mouth won't say.
The days are hotter and the nights are colder.
I no longer sleep as well as I should have, since it seems the past night have been composed of dreams, nightmares and misinterpretations that I cannot recall. Just that feeling of bewilderment as I wake up in the midst of darkness, a deep soaked fear that runs chilling through my veins, battling my blood for space.
My eyes are bruised; tender half-moons stay stamped beneath my eyes, only being enhanced by the deathly pallor. I am usually fair skinned white, ultrafair at most, yet these days it seems all blood in my body has gone clear. Or has drained away.
Recently, I have began to dread starting the day. The feelings I encounter push me to just go back to bed, pull the blankets over my head and reach some level of unconsciousness; even if I don't remember what I dream. That, among other things is what I'm afraidthankful of.
I cannot seem to find a point, or reason as to why I'm even writing these down; am I simply waxing poetic, or just trying to add a sense of mystery and sophistication into the otherwise surreal reality that is my life?
Must there be a point, a reason?
I firmly stand by the belief that everything happens for a reason, that there are no coincidences. Everything we do has reason, has meaning. It always means something.
Like a kiss? A nonkiss, in a way since your lips didn't touch. Yet you felt it. A kiss, a nonkiss...
...always means something.