Sleep

In my sleep, I see the ghosts that haunt this ship. Behind these eyes lay the images never to be forgotten—the memories for which I wish I could erase. Even the stillness of night can’t stop the mind from remembering. If only I could wake the next day in a different mind, body with the memories wiped. But I’m afraid that’s simply impossible. The memories remain, and they will creep in my sleep for the foreseeable future. But I guess it’s alright because those memories brought me to you. Maybe it’s not wiping the memories to sleep but accepting the past things that cannot be undone. These were never my memories to control.