by Lila Talic
When I was a child I remember having many visitors at night…
They used to speak to me.
I don’t remember what about.
But I remember hating bedtime.
I would do anything in my power to not sleep alone.
I had a deep fear of the dark.
The voices
And shadows in the corners of my room –
All whispering things I didn’t understand.
Night after night.
Over the years
I learned to welcome the dark.
I still have those visitors at different times in my life.
Sometimes they speak to me,
Other times I am left paralyzed but aware dare I say awake.
Lately they have been coming in dream form.
Sleepless nights,
Dreams so vivid you can smell and touch in them
And leaving impacts on you for months at a time.
We aren’t supposed to remember dreams that way,
or are we?
I wonder if the people I dream about wonder about me as well?
When I see them pop on messenger after not being active for months –
Is it a sign?
Something is stirring in me.
It wants to come out and play.
Let’s see what happens when it does …
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