Surrounded by Ghosts

Everyone around me is sleeping peacefully. But somehow, I cannot.

 

Somehow, since the past few months, I haven't been able to sleep peacefully.

 

I have almost forgotten about dreaming. All I seem to think of is the reality, and the pressures that tomorrow lay on me.

 

I do not really know what I'm going to do with my life.

But I know that no matter what happens, it will all be fine at the end. The end is what I think of. To be peacefully asleep. To finally remember how to dream.

 

 

 

 

Note: This is not an original piece. I found it on Youtube about a year ago. I went back to look for the author who commented and could not find him/her. So I decided to upload and share it to the world because it helped me in so many ways. I gave it a title and fixed a few grammar errors. I hope it helps and enjoy it as much as I do.

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