memories of dreams
And the tears still emit from beneath my eyelids regardless of them being shut as I fall into a joyless slumber
I awake every now and then trying desperately to not recapture the memories that lay stifled in my brain but I can't escape them
My dreams are filled with parallel versions of what could have been, never ceasing to regale as I fall back into the darkness
And after I awake, memories come to me that after some thought are not real but simply moments from within the broken night
And I question my entire existence as the light shines through the windows into my sad soul