I dreamed of dreams that intertwined like parallel realities. Dreams after which there was nothing until the closed drawers of my mind opened.
Images began to scroll before my eyes of sleep.
First, it was happiness. I saw myself running around the yard, cooing in my own child's language to the animals and the world. Childish desires to being like a free wind and fire returned. Beauty has returned only to be brutally taken away, so that I can once again see my dreams burn to ashes, turning to dust and ruin...
A dark, damp basement with one small window, a mattress eaten by worms... The desire to burn everything around... The desire to incinerate your mind and body...
I was in this dream, in this memory, at the same time a spectator looking from the side and a child who experienced it.
I saw myself, my tiny baby body, curled up in a fetal position, trembling and powerless. I saw it and felt it all at the same time.
