_I dream of you...on nights when the world has worn me out and boxed me in.
Snippets of reality snatched and shackled to tear-away shadows which claw at the fabric of my being. A monstrosity who closes my throat and strangles my peace; who herds my sleeping thoughts towards the abyss; who, with beastly intent, braids my tresses into a net from which I cannot escape.
And who are ‘you’ anyway - my nemesis, my reflection, or myself?_
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
_I dream of you...on nights when the world has worn me out and boxed me in.
Snippets of reality snatched and shackled to tear-away shadows which claw at the fabric of my being. A monstrosity who closes my throat and strangles my peace; who herds my sleeping thoughts towards the abyss; who, with beastly intent, braids my tresses into a net from which I cannot escape.
And who are ‘you’ anyway - my nemesis, my reflection, or myself?_
‘One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious.’
- Carl Jung
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