The weeping hours of night
KaterinaHarris
There is a place within my dreams, it’s soft, innocent and calm as a newborn child; but every child must grow up. Must the dream end? The perfect life held within a simple mind, one imaginary spark... changing everything. I know life suits whoever it grasps, but it still haunts me... Dreams are a reality. Every horror at the back of your mind, in the place you do not desire to look, behind the eye where evil lurks, waiting, smirks grow on their face like ivy on walls, in the subconscious state of your mine. The weeping hours of night. I am Katherine Lullett; this is how the nightmares lurk.
Imagine you’re in a field, ankle deep with all types of flowers Plumerias, Peonies, Orchids, Multiple types of beautiful Flowers as far as the eye could capture. Now see it falling into a void, everything turning to dust then waking up to find yourself in bed, sweating like a waterfall of gold. For me, this is an action of everyday life. I’m rudely awakened by my mind
I'm no ordinary girl, I'm no ordinary reality.