I confess my nightmares returned... twirling twisting searching nightmares... running away, fighting, fearing...nightmares... long time since, but I'm opening up too much and bam... back they are... closing up? staying open? closing up? Staying open?
I confess I keep on wondering what if... I keep on wondering why ... I keep on wondering where... I keep on seeing flash backs, moments I saw your true self as true as you can be. I treassure, my friend.