Nightmares I cannot catch
(Dark, tall trees)
冬至
270°
At eight years old, I recall shivering in the darkness at a state of non-sleep
Caught somewhere between lucidity and delusion, I was being chased by invisible demons
When I woke up for real, the demons were gone, but the fear lingered
How crazy it was, to not even remember really what happened, but just the feeling of terror