I love staying in bed during the day.
I love staying in bed, staring in vain at the blue shrimped wall, wrapped up in my sheets, hugging my body. I love staying in bed, burying myself in my pillows, listening to my heartbeat breaking the silence, sniffing the damp, dun, smell of the air in my room. I love staying in bed, claiming it's night and outside the stars are shining in the dark, singing me lullabies along with the moon radiating and the wind wandering through the trees, bushes and shadows.
In that moment all the argues stay away, not having the courage to get through my warm, fuzzy blanket that's holding me, keeping my memory in one piece. In that moment the screams from the other room can't reach me, can't flick me, can't storm me. In that moment my worries fly away, making their shopping list for the next day, being happy and smiling. In that moment memories pass in front of my sight, not giving me any emotion, not making their presence known. In that moment tears run down my checks without my inside aching. In that moment I don't know why salty water is pouring down my face, it just does, in the absence of pain. In that moment you can't tell me who to be because I'm just a ghost of something I used to be, just a ghost missing the substance, missing life, not noticing that the time is ticking her youth away.
In that moment I don't exist.
Melissa.
I love staying in bed, staring in vain at the blue shrimped wall, wrapped up in my sheets, hugging my body. I love staying in bed, burying myself in my pillows, listening to my heartbeat breaking the silence, sniffing the damp, dun, smell of the air in my room. I love staying in bed, claiming it's night and outside the stars are shining in the dark, singing me lullabies along with the moon radiating and the wind wandering through the trees, bushes and shadows.
In that moment all the argues stay away, not having the courage to get through my warm, fuzzy blanket that's holding me, keeping my memory in one piece. In that moment the screams from the other room can't reach me, can't flick me, can't storm me. In that moment my worries fly away, making their shopping list for the next day, being happy and smiling. In that moment memories pass in front of my sight, not giving me any emotion, not making their presence known. In that moment tears run down my checks without my inside aching. In that moment I don't know why salty water is pouring down my face, it just does, in the absence of pain. In that moment you can't tell me who to be because I'm just a ghost of something I used to be, just a ghost missing the substance, missing life, not noticing that the time is ticking her youth away.
In that moment I don't exist.
Melissa.
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