Miscellaneous

In My Darkest Hour

Plot: Nightmares are hard to forget sometimes.

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Sleep is a common thing. Something I crave everyday. Dreams never fill my head with happy thoughts and fluffy clouds. But instead, nightmares plague me every time I lay in bed.

The monster who used to live under my bed now resides in the darkest corner of my mind. In my darkest hour, he waits, lurking in the shadows until I show weakness. I'm weakest, he knows, when my head becomes a field of distortion, a maze of constellations, a labyrinth of unwanted reflection. In my darkest hour, I am the weakest. And in my darkest hour, he will find his prey.

My headspace is filled with incomplete phrases I've left forgotten in a sea of adrift memories. They fly away like birds, big beautiful majestic birds, when they feel my presence. They leave me alone, alone again in my darkest hour, where my demons await my arrival.

I cannot run on air, and I cannot breathe in mist. Landscapes swirl together as I meet my end, my imminent termination. Nothing is real in my head full of dreams, but everything feels so alive as my dreamworld comes caving in.