Dream a little dream. Or two.

What happens when your dreams tell you of the things you fear? That little secret that you never wanted to come to terms with. What do you make of a violent dream - one that ends with an assortment of everything that you would like to keep in the closet with the rest of the skeletons?

Waking up uncertain if your cries are audible. Feeling your heart pound and that heart-wrenching pain that follows. Curling into a smaller ball and wishing the bed would swallow you whole.

Then, the bliss that forgetting brings.

Until memory kicks in and you remember the parts that slices through you.

Why would a dream be that vivid? Is it the story of our suppressed emotions? Damn you, Freud. Why couldn't you come out with more substantial theories?

The realization that it is just a dream but unable to change or manipulate your emotions. Is this connected to the dark circles under the eyes? The break out that suspiciously tells of unacknowledged stress? Why, then, do you crave for sleep so much?

Sweet dreams tonight.

Neglect 2.0.

I never understood how they felt and why they subjected themselves in vain. However, I understood today. In fact, it has taken me these past 4 months to watch, wait and experience the one thing that I never could fathom. To know history will repeat itself, to be given false hope, to be put down in places you should never be at, to give it a second chance and to know that it goes back, ultimately, to square one again.

This semester of university life has been a bitter-sweet experience both mentally and physically. My only respite comes in the knowledge that I will be able to go away from all these and bring forth that girl who I pushed into a dark closet, shut the door in her face and locked it. She got me through the worst moments in my life and this is how I paid her, in full. However, she would never betray me like the rest and only she exists solidly in my sphere.

The soft sighs goes unnoticed in the wind, similar to every physical action that has transpired. In the end, it doesn't really matter right? Nobody would ever go that extra mile and all you have is hope. Hope makes us human, they say. Well, I am as human as I can possibly get where I hope for the best and expect the worst. That, has gotten me through every breath, every laughter, every tear, every ache and every fall.

Reality doesn't produced sparkling flowers. Reality doesn't supply you with endless cushion. Reality doesn't keep you safe.

Reality makes you stronger. Excuse the cliché; when you've hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up.

When you've been hurt, you learn from the pain and you make damned sure it never occurs again.