insomnia

i'm sitting in bed, unable to sleep. its dark and cold. goosebumps trace my fine skin, hairs rise and i pull my blanket higher to my chin, covering, smothering my decorate.

i look around and wish to go back to before i was left standing, drifting into reality. away from candy houses and fluffy slippers. deeper into the dark sleepless nights.

i look beneath my bed to find a monster that constantly brings me down in society. looking at my reflection i sit up in bed once more. i touch my visage, scars that only i conceive haunt me. certain features jump into view and its all i can visualize as my mind races to pull the images together.

i look back with the ripples of my past painting together the path to my future. realizing, noticing, seeing the consequences of using certain colors.

i breath in the familiar smell of the memories that drift by.

it fills me with a kind of ecstasy.

i see her, my tormentor. staring me black eyed, i lean forward to grasp the inner demons of myself, failing as i fall through.