It was a chaos. The one that can’t be controlled or altered. Cannot be channeled in the right direction. It is how it is.
I woke up in the morning drenched in my own sweat. Panting as I ran from my own demons. The ray of light gave me a sigh of relief. Walking down that corridor reminded me of the blood mare that I didn’t want to remember. It was not just a bad dream. I saw my past from the eyes of those who suffered pain because of me. The moral and values faded away. The pain pearced through my chest and my heart. I felt the pain, a little too well.
Strange how a dream can change the love into war. Destroy the dreams seen with open eyes. Turn the chaos into war, bring the dead back from the grave and put the memories in the ground where it might belong.