Sleepless nights, I dream I am walking through a jungle: grass and mud crushing underneath my feet, my feeble steps leaving an impalpable path behind. Starless nights, I see only a shadow. Of me, a widow crowned with nothing but pretension, wailing silently, the jungle swaying around me. Restless nights, I sleep soundly. The jungle and anguish are my companions, confidantes. Licking the wounds that … Continue reading good night and sweet dreams