Cold Water

...splashed unto your face and you just suddenly wake up from a daze...or a dream...a wonderful illusion...and you think you got all things figured out and then you stop breathing...you try to grab the first thing you lay your hand to but what surrounds you are dead bones, decaying bodies, then you smell that awful stench...your world has been rotting all around you and you have not noticed it...the sky has been turning poisonous black but you were too mystified to see...the end...yes...the end...the inevitable end...and now there is no one there...no one to save you...no one to lift you up...and still you can't breathe...your eyes filled with horror...how could you have let this happen...you dug the pit that now has buried you...you melted the steel that now has become your jail...and now, there is no exit...no escape...only one way to go...and that is down...you are going down and down...the abyss of our soul...you never thought existed....the drearest of them all, you shall see...with the shadows and the imprints of bygones...tell me, dear...how could you have let this happen...go back to sleep...go back to dreaming...and there in your dream, recover your valor...defeat your enemy and own your heart...own your heart...


Woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream. Hate it. Hate it. Particularly when there was no one to calm me down... I was alone...blah..blah... So, what to do? Got hold of myself...and shot those bad dreams away... Real dreams are happening while you are awake, not in your sleep.

Ugh. Still. I. Need. Happy. Hormones.

Ice cream?