Bad Dreams

One of the hardest parts these days is waking up after bad dreams. 4 or 5 nights a week I have a bad dream that makes me wake up regretting. Regretting things I never said to her, or sometime I wake up physically sobbing because I was back at the farm for a few hours while I slept only to have it ripped away when I wake up.

But I would rather wake up sad than not have visited them while I was asleep.
I fear the day that I won't be able to recall in the crystal clarity every object from that house. The wallpaper. Every field.

I don't want to move forward. I want to stay a child, and have no one grow older from this moment.

El ojo en la nuca.