letters (wake me up or welcome to my nightmare)

…Nightmares… Sometimes you wake up in a cold sweat, breathless and your heart is racing at the fringes of a heart attack. And you still see in your mind eyes of a monster or pack of them behind your back. And sometimes you wake up without remembering, but just with disgust. Perhaps those nightmares/dreams are too dangerous to remember and your Psyche protects you, by pushing them into the dark basement of your Subconscious. You don’t have a memory, although you have feelings because there is no place within your being to hide feelings. What can you do? You express formless into a form; you find words and metaphors that will make anyone who will read your words, to experience your feelings. Why would anyone want to do it? Share the burden… It is cheaper than therapy... And if you are good or experienced, you can find a back door into the hidden memories, a depository of your subconscious mind. What a treasure! There is a competition, hell it is a war, between your Conscious and Subconscious for the space in your mind. You have a will to align yourself with one of those sides, your choice. (Never consider remaining neutral, his choice does not exist. If you think differently, you are embracing illusion or she embraces you… either way you are trapped…) NOW… wake me up, or welcome to my nightmare…


wake me up!
stalkers, creepy creatures of darkness,
sticky cold hands, silently walks around.
fearfully hiding in shadows,
frightened of the sunlight to touch
their ghostly pale skin,
that will melt in a green slimy substance,
and dry out into a hard brown fossil.
something like dog shit a million years old.
I wonder what dogs looked like back then.
I wonder if they were free spirited animals:
hunters and predators…
I wonder if wolves and coyotes are their cousins,
or maybe dogs come from a different species:
spineless, toothless, crawling creatures.
…at least those carry venom on the tips of their tongues.

stalkers, creepy creatures of darkness,
…your envy, pride, desires…
that resides in your shadows
and follows you on the short distance,
just attached to your boots.

stalkers are no dumb creatures.
they want you to carry them around.
sometimes they crawl under your skin
and hide there for fear of being recognized,
camouflaged as a part of your being.
…sometimes they stalk you,
transforming you into a house creature,
a breathing carpet by the entrance door,
to wipe dirty feet on.
and sometimes you stalk the stalkers.
then you are a coyote
that roams freely in the wilderness.
and you are no one’s breakfast.