"I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains."
Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven't slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept it to myself. Myself all along. I have night terrors since more than a year now, If I ever fall asleep i wake up frequently screaming, shaking, gasping for air, shocked, paralyzed or simply praying. And quietly go back [...]
"It could have been worse. It can still turn worse."
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.