The Mind Is a Dangerous Place

It the Nightmares

The slamming of doors. The screams of their angry voices fill my head.

I'm scared.

I want a way out, but where is it? Maybe it's deaths door.

Or running away to someplace warm and peaceful. But what could that be? Maybe it's a faraway tropical island where birds are always singing.

Maybe it's behind bars or trapped in a white box.

Could it be my own mind? No, never. My mind is a series of wars going on and on.

That place is where all my worst nightmares come true. But still, it just might be the place, the place to escape reality and go far far away where I don't have to deal with any of it.

Yeah. That's what I want. I want to escape into my nightmares because then I know that they are not real.