Every night when I close my eyes, memories from a thousand years come back alive and shadow becomes me.

Most times I can taste my soul; it's not a picture of a happy ending, it's bittersweet.

I feel them every night as they come alive, ready to prey on the little sanity I have left, then I think of nothing but white walls and oceans, praying not to get lost in its calmness.

In moments of calm, I find a sense of hope. However, I no longer want to feel lost; I would rather embrace my reality and fight for peace. After all, every world has its challenges lurking beneath the surface.