Forsaken Dreams
Then I found out how hard it is to really change.
Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in.
I just wanted the numb inside me to leave.
No matter how fucked you get, there's always hell when you come back down.
–BMTH
It was still dark when I woke, all around me the rush and hum of crickets. I sat up and wiped at my face.
I swept my hands around in the blackness and whispered my mother's name. The continuing thrum of crickets and...moaning was my only answer. My voice rose each time I said her name, and soon I was screaming. I became aware of how vulnerable I was making myself, though, and held still, waiting to hear from her. Nothing.
What I wanted most was to go charging into the streets to find her. But I couldn't see well enough to do it, so I swivelled, shouting.
No response.
Even hell can get comfy once you've settled in.
I just wanted the numb inside me to leave.
No matter how fucked you get, there's always hell when you come back down.
–BMTH
It was still dark when I woke, all around me the rush and hum of crickets. I sat up and wiped at my face.
I swept my hands around in the blackness and whispered my mother's name. The continuing thrum of crickets and...moaning was my only answer. My voice rose each time I said her name, and soon I was screaming. I became aware of how vulnerable I was making myself, though, and held still, waiting to hear from her. Nothing.
What I wanted most was to go charging into the streets to find her. But I couldn't see well enough to do it, so I swivelled, shouting.
No response.
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