My heart pounds in my head,
Because my chest feels empty.
My eyes overflow as I lie on my bed.
Staring at the distant ceiling.
I hate the present
I love the past.
But it is so far and distant,
I’m losing it fast.
My breathing slows,
My minds slips.
A memory flows,
Chasing the darkness in my eyelids.
I find my solace in memories.
Drowning in them thoroughly,
Memorizing my reveries.
So much that I’m tired.
That day of camping in a tent.
That day of delicious food.
That day of my achievement.
That day that I can’t remember.
My tears cease.
My heart calms.
My breaths ease.
My eyes droop.
And I fall asleep,
Hugging my precious dreams.
As they try to seep.
Through the darkness.