‘Why did we never go back to bed?’
Maybe because it was too late. I woke up and felt the bitter taste on my lips and then the cuts on my hands-I knew there was no sense in returning to dreams that made nothing more than fool me onwards.
‘So little time..’
Indeed. Time is so short, you cannot ever have it all, every moment is marked by something lost, something you may never get back.
And it’s all a matter of time until you lose too much, Gripping on what you thought you had left but then seeing it slip through you fingers. strange, isn’t it? Get used to it, it’s that bitter taste you wake up with. It’s not about castles, seashores and fairy tales anymore, when that clock decides to wake you, you’re as good as fallen. And you never know when it’s your last awakening which precedes that long, long rest.
That is, if you don’t have an insomnia.
Me? I could be your sweetest dream turned into your worse nightmare. I know your wishes, fears and regrets. I know what you cherish and hate. I know the tricks you play. I know where you sleep..
I’m still tired of games and riddles. But hey, in life, there’s only one sure thing-the end.
But can’t I rest for a few moments?
‘Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?’
