I lay down on my bed waiting for the stars to come and take me away,so that I can fall asleep in their arms.I wait and wait but I don't see them coming.Weird.They always come.Why not today?

That's when I get my answer.Memories stand in their path,memories which they are unable to cross,memories which have come to haunt me,memories which I cannot fight against,as they are the only memoir I have left of you.

I feel like a soldier on a battlefield,just that there's one major problem.I don't have any weapon.So I stand there,my eyes staring in horror as my enemies (memories) break through every barricade like it was passing through air.When it attacks me,I pray for it to finish in one go.But no,memories are like a cunning snake.They multiply and then bite you from every possible direction,leaving you half dead and half alive after each bite.They never kill you in one shot and that's the worst part.