its hard to tell in this room
i have never been so tongue tied in my sleep. in my heart there is little fuel to spare. when you awake each day hoping that when next you slumber your dreams will have partaken of realization, it is a slap in the face to even exist. i am disliking sleep more and more as my dreams mock me to their undying pleasure. its best (worst) to just not think about it. but i have to write it down and have you read it, just to know im not the only person on earth.