"Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
That sticks to me forever, baby"
- Could It Be Any Harder by The Calling
Remember the pain
Remember the words
Remember the cusses
Remember the prison, the cage
Remember the treason, the ache
I close my eyes, hoping everything had never happened. Back when I had not tasted love.
Sleep doesn't come easily these days. I kept getting 4 hours of sleep or less these days. By midnight, I'd fall asleep. 4am my mind would be wide awake. The thought of having insomnia looms. How terrified I am to go through it all over again.
To hope is to risk being disappointed.
Remember that, Zahirah.