threw the fist

I had the sense that I'd been asleep for a very long time when I woke up into the pearl gray morning to attend the early morning class. My body was stiff, like I hadn't move once through all that time, either. My mind was dazed and slow, strange, colorful dreams. Dreams and nightmares, swirling dizzily around the inside of my head.

I thought I'd put off one of the out-of-sort feeling, allowing it falling into history. But at times it got so vivid that I was a little tired of blinding myself.

The dream was still strong that I could even rmb. But the strongest clearest part of the dream was not the horror. It was the angel that was most clear.

and I miss the texture of the voices you used to murmur right now ♥