Nightmares
Topic: Nightmares
Darkness suit the eyes and always leads us to sleep.. I have no problem with that. Even with the lights on, it's not an excuse to avoid bad dreams.

My bad dreams, if I remember it right, had started shortly after my father died. I don't believe there's any connection between each, but that was when, just the same.

It is too many times that I woke up in the middle of the night crying.

I separated the dreams of my father out of any other unpleasant ones. The dream about him is more like sad dreams, not bad dreams. In any case, these are the kind of dreams I've been suffering.

It is always a standard pattern. I switch off the lights, close my eyes, drifting through all the unspeakable awful faces, monsters, places, fear, grief over and over again.

Wrapping his arms around me so tight, he put me back to sleep again. I am scared of those nightmares, but not in the way I had scared before I met him. Somewhere inside these all-mixed-up state of mind had been fulfilled and shaped.

"Now tell me, you made love to me last night because you feel like to, or because you wanted me to feel better after that nightmare I've just had?" Such hard question I wouldn't ask if I not really want to know the answer.

"Both" with a smile and love in the eyes, he said.

....and that I know I'll be fine.

Nightmares

Darkness suit the eyes and always leads us to sleep.. I have no problem with that. Even with the lights on, it's not an excuse to avoid bad dreams.

My bad dreams, if I remember it right, had started shortly after my father died. I don't believe there's any connection between each, but that was when, just the same.

It is too many times that I woke up in the middle of the night crying.

I separated the dreams of my father out of any other unpleasant ones. The dream about him is more like sad dreams, not bad dreams. In any case, these are the kind of dreams I've been suffering.

It is always a standard pattern. I switch off the lights, close my eyes, drifting through all the unspeakable awful faces, monsters, places, fear, grief over and over again.

Wrapping his arms around me so tight, he put me back to sleep again. I am scared of those nightmares, but not in the way I had scared before I met him. Somewhere inside these all-mixed-up state of mind had been fulfilled and shaped.

"Now tell me, you made love to me last night because you feel like to, or because you wanted me to feel better after that nightmare I've just had?" Such hard question I wouldn't ask if I not really want to know the answer.

"Both" with a smile and love in the eyes, he said.

....and that I know I'll be fine.

Nightmares

Darkness suit the eyes and always leads us to sleep.. I have no problem with that. Even with the lights on, it's not an excuse to avoid bad dreams.

My bad dreams, if I remember it right, had started shortly after my father died. I don't believe there's any connection between each, but that was when, just the same.

It is too many times that I woke up in the middle of the night crying.

I separated the dreams of my father out of any other unpleasant ones. The dream about him is more like sad dreams, not bad dreams. In any case, these are the kind of dreams I've been suffering.

It is always a standard pattern. I switch off the lights, close my eyes, drifting through all the unspeakable awful faces, monsters, places, fear, grief over and over again.

Wrapping his arms around me so tight, he put me back to sleep again. I am scared of those nightmares, but not in the way I had scared before I met him. Somewhere inside these all-mixed-up state of mind had been fulfilled and shaped.

"Now tell me, you made love to me last night because you feel like to, or because you wanted me to feel better after that nightmare I've just had?" Such hard question I wouldn't ask if I not really want to know the answer.

"Both" with a smile and love in the eyes, he said.

....and that I know I'll be fine.

At the Office
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Topic: At the Office
I was thinking back of all the whole thing that had happened. When people grows up, it's always obvious they yearning to get back to their childhood. Where the whole world got so little to worry about, and we hardly understand why grown up people looks so stressed sometimes. Why is that? Well, I think you all knows. So many mistakes we'd done and our mind keep repeating the phrase `I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that.' over and over again. We can't help thinking how perfect our life would be if we could turn back to that particular mistake and undo it, but as luck would have it, yet we all still alive, being well, and try our best not to make any mistake once again. I am not quite sure there's anyone could completely forget what they wanted to forget. Maybe our mind has the ability of remembering things too good to do so, or probably, some part of us unconsciously mean to keep the memories itself for the sake of experiencing. Either way, we can't really ask much for more, can we? Looking out the window, the rain is falling they walls up my view. I feel comfort and at home. What makes me the way I am? What's out there? Or what's the inside? I want to complete myself with the liking of all the seasons, but that's just something depends and not knowing exactly how. The same with everything happening, I can't feel only good or just bad with them all, which I keep asking myself weather it's for the better. "Is it boring? Every time we talk these day, I'm always talking about my period problem? Even while I said this, I was amazed. Since when I'm being so very open with him to talk about such thing? "You don't know?" His voice through the phone always got it's way with me. "Well, I think I know." Though I don't have precisely phrase, but the idea is as sweet and clear as cool breeze. "What is it?" Here we go again, Mind-guessing conversation. "Because you want to know about me?" Avoiding too-sweet words, I tried the middle level. It is always wonderful to hear him say them out himself. "It's because YOU are a part of me, that's why it's not boring." Smiled in silence. Now I can actually feel it when people says `Love is in the air.' This is a blessing. I'm in love.