February 25, 2012

Do you ever feel sleep like fetters on your eyes?  The daylight hours spent in concentration just to stay alive… And then the shadows come and all the monsters fill your walls. They howl and writhe and whisper promises and lies.

Have you ever tasted sleep like dust and butter on your tongue? Difficult to swallow, contemplating how to fall… And then the darkness rises and your calm becomes a joke. And your head is filled with days when you were young.

Look what you’ve become…


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