murighonto

i could, but i isn't. stories of a constantly-pained individual.

5/04/2010 11:13:00 AM

invisible

Posted by phish

And in the morning all is forgiven. The monsters that danced around your sleepless bed at night have retreated to the dark and dank corners. Lest a stray beam from the sun reflects upon an invisible shiny surface and destroys them. And they wait. Their hideous formless bodies breathing in and out the noxious gases they inhale to stay rotten. For you, the unconsoled to return. They wait. Just so the vicious assault of insomnia and sweaty sheets may continue. Night after night. They wait.

In the solitude of darkness.

4 comments:

A tree called life said...

I have a handful of light. That I keep besides my bed to ward away those monsters. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But I can lend it to you. If you want.

det-res said...

You have to find your own light and your own solution.

Devil Mood said...

Hear, hear. Isn't it amazing how it always looks a bit better in the morning light? Let's try to forget that they come back. ;)

Gauri Gharpure said...

still suffering from insomnia? but happy to see you back, that you are fighting the demons with your words...