51: Wounded Man

I woke up from that dream, and my breathing was so abnormal that I couldn't get any air from inhaling. I feel like I've been suffocated for a long hour.

I sat on the bed and tried to calm myself. Until now, that dark past is still hunting me. Even in my dreams, I can't just forget it.

"When will you all stop?" I asked those thoughts and bad dreams, and whoever gave me those. I sighed.

However, I am used to having these kinds of dreams since I went my own way apart from them.

It's been a few months but still, the memories are vivid. There are times that it's even worse. They are killing me slowly, and I am getting used to the pain day by day.

I just hope they will stop after some time.

I looked at the window, I left it open. I took a glance outside and saw the moon. It's not full, it's barely showing itself.

I was like that moon right now, it lacked shine. Most of its side was dark, but still it's fighting the dark by its light.

"I hope everyone finds beauty in every kind of moon."