I just woke up suddenly after a series of dream with mum in them. Mum is still alive in the dreams, and I was on my own, separated from her and crying by myself, crying out to be with her... The wail I made, the loud and hurtful sound I made was heart wrenching.
I woke up sobbing again, sobbing again because for the n-th time this month, this year, I could only dream of someone I cannot touch, cannot feel yet who meant so much, so much to me...
I can only cry. Cry... Cry. Mum is gone. No journey I can take will bring me to her. No amount of tears I cry can bring her back. No amount of longing, no amount of agitation and pain will allow me to see her again...
My eyes are so drenched and so tired...
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