I closed my eyes and I could see within..
Little soldiers with pointed spears trying to prise open the inside of my head. They march along the bridge of my nose, crossing the river of Sleep, and throwing boulders which splash the calm waters. Some of them gallop on horses, along the ridges of my brain, with the hooves creating a dust storm of haziness.
As the icy caves melt in the warmth of their torches, I can feel the heat on my skin.
But,try as I might, I can't see the enemy. Whom are they engaging this vicious battle against?
Alright.Simpler terms. I have a headache.