dreams
CB. Dreams can really alter your course of thought, direction and resolutions. Completely veer you off course, or to another course. Completely sweep your feet off the floor. They remind you of another course of life you could have taken, they edify you like honeycomb sweet to the soul, or haunt you like a million spears etched with acid splitting the marrow of your bones.
Just as things seem to be going on well and smoothly, dreams can destroy it. In a positive note, TRY to destroy it. Dreams I mean the ones you encounter in sleep. I tell you they suck sometimes. Waking up can't believe it's not real, and praying it wasn't. It's like the concept of doublethink, believing something and wanting to not believe in the same at the same time. At times worst, it keeps you awake at night. Try to sleep fast, lest a heavy anchor with slippery chains plough itself at your bedside. Try to distract yourself, in prevention for a back-door-surprise. Keep yourself busy with new hobbies and new people, so if you get that jack-in-the-box again, you would just laugh it off.
But I would prefer to face it on its own. With God alone. It's the best way to get over a problem. The best way to fix a fault, the most effective method for scabbing, the truest resolution for a devastation, the cleanest fixation for the dirtiest delusion. Burnish.
Labels: morphine, solitary
