I Miss Having Nightmares

I miss having nightmares. That sudden rush of wakefulness, the jolt that pulls me from the depths of my mind, makes me feel alive—as if, for a moment, I’m truly connected to the reality we all suffer through. A reality where the true nightmares exist, lurking not in the shadows of sleep, but in the harsh light of day.

In my own mind, I am afraid of what’s coming—the shadows that creep and the fears that take shape. But in reality, I am afraid of what comes next—the uncertainties, the unknown paths, and the weight of what I cannot control. It’s strange how fear feels different in these two worlds, yet somehow the same, a constant reminder of the fragility of both dreams and life.