the grass will disappear during winter, your hair color fades with age. the clouds change colors like your moods, an open thunderstorm left for interpretation. someone left a nail under my tire, i got into a car accident while dreaming. nightmares don’t last very long, but you’re a night terror. cuts turning into scars, the hurt is invisible but i still feel it. a pianist presses the key, the sound is momentarily— it isn’t a sound at all if you’re not paying attention. your blood can pump from your heart to your veins straight into the shower drain, this 4 am silence is the only thing saving me from dead stars that feel like they have a right to write into my pages. a book that has been read once, won’t read the same the second time around. you have a barbed wire soul waiting for shock therapy, the ghost sitting near my shadow is just a means to an end. is this quiet you or me? the porch light is on and the doors are open, no one is home. a detective shows up and you’re praying that he doesn’t knock twice because your body has been hanging there for quite some time. another dream that you can’t wake up from, nightmares are more real than reality. we all have morning rituals, yours is waking up with cold sweat. you always go back to bed with a clenched fist and another reason as to why you want to disappear. they say that we live in strange times, you’ve been living that your whole life. you were born through war with a million brothers and sisters, then why does life feel like struggling not to die? you want to fade away, but the sun in his smile keeps you warm. you want to ghost yourself, but the familiarity inside of your niece’s laughter keeps you sane. you are insane, but at least you’re aware of your own crazy. it’s quite alright, nightmares will save you. you can beat this even if you fall 6 more times, you stand up 7.