It was 3 in the morning and I'm still up, turning and tossing in my soft bed. I had been like this many nights. I'm sleepless and exhausted yet I still cannot drown myself to slumber. T'was like I'm afraid for those memories to find and conquer me again. Those tragic memories.
Many sleepless nights, those memories come back to me, slipping through the back of my head, flashbacking, in a rush. I can't help but wander through each one of those familiar pictures, the images that were moving, those events that I don't wish to see or even remember, yet there they are, always imprinting my mind and heart with fear.
Fear that one day, all of 'em will happen again, but this time, I'm not prepared. A tragedy I wish could be forgotten all the way when I'll sleep, yet even that, sleeping betrays me. I don't know how or why those melancholic memories always bring back fresh fear to me when they were just long time ago.
I cannot help myself but to be dull and tired. Tired of always seeing the same nightmares. Tired of always seeing the same tragic memories that once built my childhood experiences with fear and chaos.
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