Strings Drawn Tight
Time slowly passes by, and the things that used to be the most important start to fade with it. I can live my life the way I want to now…no distractions of guilt or even annoying desire. I wanted to get away from it all, away from him; I even packed away my guitar, and it currently sits untouched in the garage. Getting away from him wasn’t easy at first. It’s like there was this invisible bond stretched between us. The further I walked, the tighter the bond became…it was painful. The nightmares were the worst. In my dream I’m walking through a calm valley and I notice that this little girl is following behind me. She’s just this very cute, little sprite of a thing with blond pig tails and a little pink dress. She is humming softly to herself. I turn around and ask her why she is following me. She stops humming and opens her mouth to speak, but I hear nothing. I know she is talking to me because I can see her mouth moving, but I don’t hear anything. Its frustrating, so I turn around and move on. After a while I turn around to see that she has stopped following me and is now talking to a man. They both turn to look at me and smile. I can see their mouths moving, so I know they are talking to me, but again, I can’t hear. Then, I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, with the strange sensation that I had heard someone calling my name. It was weird. I know that he gave me those dreams…that he wants me to come back, but I just can’t do it. Every night I would have the same dream, and every night I would ignore it and will myself to go back to sleep. And it is like I said, eventually the dream fades, and my sleep becomes like the rest of my life: dreamless, and colored in shades of gray.
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