"Everything has Changed" - Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran This was the song that came to mind. It took me a few days to wonder why of all songs this song, but I get it now. I hate having one of those dreams when I wake up feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed. I wake up angry, scared, tired, aggravated, overwhelmed and anxious. I pinch myself to make sure I'm awake. It hurts, but not as much as my dream did. I control my breathing so I don't have a panic attack on top of it and tug at my courage to look around the room for something familiar. I'm more hopeful when there's light out so that I'm not stuck in the dark unsure of my surroundings. I do this a couple of times just to be safe. Then I slowly sit up. I feel a bit woozy at first so I rarely make an effort to stand up right away. I often tend to lie back down, press my hands against the cool comforter and exercise my heavy eyelids. Open, shut, open, shut until I officially get up
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.