Rantings of a tired mind (2)

Even though i'v spent endless nights at war with my own self, where my heart was forcefully turned into a battlefield and my desires my enemy, tears fell like bombs and prayers played the role of well sharpened swords, i fought with all my might and defeated the opponent. However at dark cold nights like these i feel an itch in my deepest wounds. Though the damage was set to heal a long time ago but sometimes.. times like these this itch tears apart the perfectly sealed memory box and takes me back to our land where once the days were filled with the warmth of the sun and nights with a million stars looking down at us.