Because I've been staying up late counting my worries and listing my problems.
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05/08/2014 (Friday)- Memory Lane
I was looking for a deep, black, dreamless sleep. But somewhere between waking and dreaming, I took a wrong turn.
Once you step on a path in dreams you can only move forward. No going back.
There were brambles and weeds growing to the sides, a yellow nightmare moon watching from above, and memories littered along the lane.
Jagged, sharp, broken glass memories. The ones I had chosen to forget.
Each step opening old wounds, reminding me of people I’ve hurt, and people I continue to hurt.
I tried to stop, forget.
But the blood and tears wouldn’t let me.