It’s a beautiful night out, cool & calm. The windows are open, The night has started to whisper and the wind is softly answering. It’s a perfect night, a clear night. A sleeping, dreaming night.
It is not a night for terrible memories, horrible and no good remembrances. Fighting thoughts, ancient thoughts that I have expertly driven down and hidden away. It’s irony really, I can remember my childhood like it was yesterday. I can tell you names, dates, places. People and smells. Yet, I can’t remember their faces. He. It. Them. It haunts me like a ghost. I can’t recall their faces, only the acts they inflicted on me..
Tonight, the monsters will be visiting me. My dreams will be full of them. I should stop writing, I shouldn’t think about this. Memories like this are reserved for daytime only, sunny afternoons where I have an arsenal of distractions to combat these horrible things. I should stop writing! I need to stop thinking like this!
Cupcakes, kittens, pretty dresses and all things good. Turn these thoughts around...
