I’ve started dreaming again. 
Stories seem to be 
coming back to me, and 
they’re woven so intricately 
even as I silently sleep. 

I used to love my dreams. 
Years ago when they weren’t 
dark hellscapes of nightmare
and pain. As chaos consumed me,
it took hold of my dreams with force. 
So I stopped dreaming. 

But now recently, 
every once in a while, 
I’ll dream a nice dream 
that might just make me smile.