feymousfallen

It hurts, every time I close my eyes. It hurts, the sadness, the pain, the intangible figure that calls my name, each night, ever night. And yet, I sleep none-the-less, each night, every night, despite what waits for me in my dreams. Despite the pain, I still return there.

I am drawn to the pain like a moth to a flame, perhaps. It hurts, but the light is sickeningly sweet, a false promise of salvation. So I sleep, and I wake each day feeling worse than the before.

But I smile, because that is what I feel is right. That is what I know is right.

I don't know why. And...I'm starting to wonder...

If it would even be worth it anymore to ask.