night. mares.

last night. the wind was howling. the rain was pouring.
several car alarms went off.
it was close to passing it off as a typhoon.

all alone at home in the dark room,
i hid myself under the warm blanket looking at hard shadows of violently rustling leaves, casted by the frequent lightnings.

and soon, succumed to my slumber and dead calves.



but.




i had a dream. but this time, you are the antagonist.
there were moments with this warm fictional person (wasted). even though i just felt so loved, and as one, there was still that fear present.
it all felt so real. although i was happy, and that person was ultra-mega trustworthy, i was still guarding that fear, clingling on hard to it.

maybe i'm really all out to not trust anybody so much any more.
and maybe, that's a good thing after all.