Dreams and the lack thereof....
It seems that these days i am having a terrible time finding the much needed sleep I so crave. My dreams, for good or for ill, seems to rally against the periods of rest I am able to snatch from Morpheus' hands. A lingering feeling of anxiety for some reason keeps my heart beat on a high paced tempo. The times when I am able to rest for more than a four hour period I awake almost as tired as when I passed out to begin with. I have an overactive imagination as it is and in those states of pure blackness, I know that my mind is in reality experiancing some interesting visions of an overtaxed conscous mind. Some of the images then decide, much to some sick and twisted delight of some corner of my brain I'm sure, that I should experiance these visions whilst I am awake....joy. I guess....I dunno, sometimes the thought flashes across my brain; well if I am going to be up this long....why not at least be alert as well. But I know that road too well, and have no desire to walk it again, tempting as it may be. LOL I'm sure that a good lay would help, but the options for thus are extremly limited, and in some cases, too costly ;). Oh well, such is the price of being me I guess.
-Blasphim
In the shafts of light coming in between the blinds. I see her, lying asleep, and what I see are spheres and slopes and sweeps of skin. The lamplight's glow outlines suggestions of hills and mounds, tied together by shadow-cloaked valleys. She had been my land of dreams and now I float offshore, as it were, gazing at my dreams made real. I am home.
-Blasphim
In the shafts of light coming in between the blinds. I see her, lying asleep, and what I see are spheres and slopes and sweeps of skin. The lamplight's glow outlines suggestions of hills and mounds, tied together by shadow-cloaked valleys. She had been my land of dreams and now I float offshore, as it were, gazing at my dreams made real. I am home.