But there is no where to run. There is no refuge. No shelter from the consuming flame. The suffering must be endured in silence. You must play that part that hides the struggle inside.
Every night is sought after with great fervor.
For with it, comes solace and the dreams that bring the desires to life. Images that conjure up the truths that during the day lie dormant. Tired of the struggle, you accept the empty promises that they bring. It is a bittersweet welcome as you shudder from an unfamiliar place within. Guilt is replaced by anticipation and then back again.