The butterfly effect.

When you suddenly find yourself once again standing infront of bodies; theres blood everywhere.

You ask your self is this real?

The images your eyes portray are grotesque, the smell of iron is unsettling, the sudden rise in humidity helps the panic and shock grip its claws into you.

And as the panic grows you suddenly wake up in your bed. Not being able to differentiate dream from reality.

The blood and bodies are gone. The smell still lingers.

Sometimes i wish that the wounds of the soul could be washed away like the dirt after a hard days work.

Its in these moments, id flee, with drugs and alcohol.

True strength means to face pain head on. Where do u find the strength too keep going when u dont even know how to fuel it.