She knows the names of nightmares,
Though we all do at different times,
We know the way the wind grows still
Before they slip into our minds.
We know their icy grip,
The race of heartbeats in their palm,
The jolt awake into a world
That is disturbingly too calm.
We know the routine of the regulars;
The monsters under beds,
The voices calling in the night
And those inside our heads.
But hers, they're something other,
They are a longing and a lack,
Creatures darker than the shapes
That have been from the black.
They bring the kind of fear
That comes from waiting for the scare,
Hers are the hyper-absent,
The things so glaringly not there.
You see there's nightmares so much worse
Than those you pinch yourself to shake,
There's ones that whisper in your ear "But you are already awake." -e.h.
A taste of memory. And warm feeling all over again.
I remembered feeling cold and starving after the Mount Dieng sunrise hike, and this kind auntie offer me her 'gorengan' just because I never taste it before. The sweetness never end here, it keep surprise me each day!