Friday, October 31, 2014

A Hundred Years

The night gets away from me around the same time each night. My mind begins to wander. My thoughts begin to form worries and wishes. My memory becomes foggy. My sense of self becomes confused.

I feel like I live a hundred years each night as I go through different scenarios, fears, dreams, plans, memories, and questions. I lie in bed, living out my life - a long life - with tears and smiles and excitement and worry. I play out happy experiences and snatch them away, crying for myself, wondering how it will all really work out.

It's so tiring to live a hundred years every night. Every night. Every night.

I have a longing to feel safe. Secure. Comfortable. Comforted. 

I can wait. But I hope I won't have to wait too long.


  1. I wish your whole life will be full of anything you want and need... and I hope that it all will come as soon a possible to you.


Help me feel less alone.