“As I lay me down to sleep flashbacks in the mind release. Pushing forward, images come as I fight to not come undone. My body tenses; I cannot breathe, overwhelmed by what I see. Morphing one image into another, with silent screams of no in my head, I try to be open to historys unveiling, fighting the urge to let the mists return. But slowly it slips away from me again. And in the morning I awake with a new reality like a distant dream. Is anything ever what it seems?”
