Letter To My Past Self

Mond Leuchtet Stunden

In these moonlit hours, I lay here with my thoughts racing. Sometimes it's hard to handle the realities I'm facing. My mind is over-tired, yet my thoughts keep me awake. It's just the way I'm wired, it feels as if there's no escape. Flashbacks hit me like a flash flood, I'm drowning in my memories. My wounds have opened, there is blood pouring from my arteries. As the crimson river runs, it feels like do or die, this battle. The journey's never any fun, when you're up a creek without a paddle. I see everything so vividly, the visions that dance before my eyes. I'm overcome with melancholy as I whimper soft cries. Then as quickly as it came, the feeling is gone, I'm no longer numb. My body's shaking dissipates as I brace myself for when the next wave comes.