Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
It’s a rare night.
Sleepless. Slightly haunted. In a good way though.
Feeling the memories of past nights reverberate in my bones.
My skin remembers what my head does not.
Things that other people said to me echo in my brain like I just heard it yesterday
But it has been so much longer than that.
Everything feels so far away.
I’m behind a veil.
I’m looking sideways.
I feel a thousand things that I said before on my lips tonight again.
I’m aching to be young, until I remember that I am young.
But where did the rest of my years go?
I spent them all to get to this moment.
I’ve been here before.
But I’ve never felt like I belonged.
I see the signs everywhere.
I don’t know if I want to stay.
But I don’t know if I can leave.