I’ve decided that my thoughts are in a way like mosquito bites.
Once you are bitten, it begins to bother you.
You want to scratch, but know you shouldn’t.
Then late at night it finally gets you. You can’t fall asleep because the itching is more than you can stand.
You rip the sheets off and begin to obsessively scratch the bites.
It feels good for a while, you can forget that they exist.
You pull the sheets back on, you close your eyes and dream of a world without bites.
But before you fall asleep and forget of what infects your body, they start to sting.
They’ll never go away.