I dream.
I can't remember them but for a moment. They pass me as ghosts fleeing from human view.
I get bits and pieces of images throughout the day. Nothing concrete.
I know most nights of I dream of Stars, then of losing Stars. A crushing fear on my lips momentarily when I wake. I dream of being abused again by this one. I dream that it's not just small violence, either. I dream of the type of violence that could break a spirit.
I know I dream of these things. The details are lost in the bright light.
