The quiet mist caresses the distant mountain top, the sky crying onto the fragile leaves far below.
The early morning breathes chillingly across my stony face, the chirping of birds settles the
deafening silence.
Memories race across my mind, memories of an unforgotten fear, that I know I must return to,
however unwilling I may be.
The shadows dancing on the walls, the bugs that wait to once again inhabit my skin, the loneliness
of sickly sweet friends in a clinical coffee shop.
Ghosts whisper into my mind, of pain I constantly try to forget.
They tell me love isn’t real, the scent of lavender will always be overwhelmed by the stench of
fearful sweat, and miserable rotting flesh.
In a fleeting attempt not to...