Struggling to speak these words of the horror that torments my mind. However, I know that these things will be okay, and my life is mine.
Listening to Celtic music and feeling sick from the weather; a dragon journal made out of leather. Filled with my thoughts and ideas, it will always be there for me in my darkest of eras.
Not knowing what to do, but knowing that nightmares cannot manifest themselves into life; it’s something that would be met with strife.
Though these things plague my very being, they will not find themselves in favor of my seeking happiness. And now with them in my mind, I will reclaim what’s mine.
My own mind.