Hannibal Lecter’s Whore, Blog of

even in the wee hours of the morning, you lie awake, sensing every possible movement around you. the silence is so deafening. something seems to be living INSIDE your brain that you just can’t control.

then you move sideways in hopes of regaining slumber. yet you just can’t. and though your eyes are dropping and you feel like shit, you seem to like the idea that you are AWAKE while everybody is asleep.

in silent reverie you discover another world — the world that not all souls have been there mainly because they were asleep. the night breeze touches your jawbone as you sit down, and you SEE beyond the darkness.

Then you see this person. you have seen him before, and you reckon that maybe he’s that lovely monster that has been keeping you awake. All the while you thought that he had left you, but how come you can SEE him there, standing right in front of you with that beaming smile. You couldn’t utter even a single word (you weren’t even aware if you’ve been breathing) because the happiness is so intense that you doubt if you are still awake, or you’ve just been dreaming.

Yet he is ACTUALLY there. You stared to each other. So long that you feel like staring, after all, is the most fulfilling thing to do. and you begin to believe that single stare would never happen again, ever.

You feel his presence; the whole world seems to be of no importance anymore because all you wanna do is just STARE at him. HE IS HERE, your mind says. after all that waiting, HE IS FINALLY HERE.

then something rattles, and your oblivion was suddenly intercepted with annoyance. you look behind your back to see what it is. and you did this with so much anger. Why would somebody interrupt such a magnificient situation?! You cursed, and suddenly realize that he was gone.

you searched the entire four-poster crying because you know this will never happen again. your sobs filled the room. Your dearest roomate turns on the light oblivious of what is really happening.

"He’s gone." And those are the only words you can muster.

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