Gom-jabbar

Pain… a gom-jabbar, that stings deeper and harder. Every time delving more into my flesh.

Dreams… filled with desire and longing, with tree sap and murmur of the wind, with touch of leaves and their rustling sound.

Hope… to tangle my reality with my dreams and silence the cursed needle once and for all.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.