Memories At Night
I have memories of falling, and shaking, and gripping.
Everything is fine, remember that.
Right now, this room is holding steady.
My bedroom.
The place where I can lie down but never get comfortable.
When I try to sleep-it’s as if I can conjure up a new anxiety out of a dream.
As if someone cast some spell that makes certain thoughts irresistible.
And I can never share any of them.
Because I don’t even know if they are my own thoughts…
Or simply part of a curse.
So another night goes by.
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