The nights were cold
The days seemed dull
I knew I was awaken
But still December was surreal
Every morning was a struggle
Every night was a nightmare
Winters were dark and lonely
The nights got longer and misty
My ears picked up even the slightest sound
Pin drop silence they said?
I woke up shook, I knew I was not alone
Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop!
Yet another nightmare
The unconscious mind has been stressing itself for too long now
The reality was nonidentical from the “fantasies”
And slowly it was time for me to realise
The present became past as the past had already been seen
Psychic? Mad? Stressed? Depressed?
No! I think hallucinations
Because I forgot I had to live
But my mind made it a point to live in itself
It is not too late I suppose
I can tame my mind and live the moments
After all infinity is also finite