Wilted Words

I don't believe in miracles or myths, but I'm desperate for one now. I'm not sure how you're suppose to work, but I'm taking my chances. For all I know that you help people to get rid of nightmares. Even if you're just a fable, try to make an exception for me. I want you to hinder my nightmares, to defeat my demons, don't allow them to hunt my dreams, and chase me in the long nights. Don't let them visit me in the only hours of peace. I want you to help me sleep soundly, to help my mind rest and drift to oblivion. I'm tired of waking up with black bags under my eyes, I'm tired of waking up feeling more weary than I did before going to bed. I don't want to see my fears anymore, I want you to bury them somewhere deep in my mind so they will never seep into my dreams anymore. I want you to lock them up in a a wooden broken chest and throw the key somewhere I won't remember. I want you to drown them in poison, suffocate them before th...

Along with many things, I don't know how start anything, I am not good at beginnings. Starting a simple conversation with a stranger, for an Example. relationships too. that applies also to feelings. somehow I find myself trapped like a fly in a spider's net. I don't know any scientific explanation for these things either, feelings, how they work, how they start, and why. For all I know is that a smile from my next door neighbor leaded us into a solid sisterhood where we ended up exchanging our deepest secrets with complete transparency. That One day I talked to a stranger who suddenly occupied a space of me I never anticipated to give. That somehow, I became less trusting, more cautious, and extremely protective of my heart. Feelings, I think, work in a mysterious way. We think we have control over them, but we don't. Love, hatred, regret, happiness, depression, self-loathing and confidence. All those things, at some level are what form us, what makes us make dec...