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the phone's ringing.
sleep is calling.

a moment passes.
i ignore it.

how dare she try to hold me when there is so much to be said!

i told myself last night would be the last night.
i told myself that i would not allow time to escape me.

it seems to be a broken record.
i have hope that its not the record player that's broken but the record itself.

i flip the record over ignoring its siamese counterpart.
the needle sticks at the same point.
another sound but broken nonetheless.

i dust off an old favorite,
skeptical but hopeful in the familiar change.
the glass remains half empty as the needle catches again.

pessimism thinks it won so i drink the water.
i wasn't thirsty but now the glass is empty.
didn't pay the water bill
the glass stays empty for a while.

it starts raining.
i let the glass fill to its brim, put a cover on the top, and turn it on its side.
rolling it down an incline the air bubbles succeed in staying at the top.
gravity tells me that he only works on those which let him hold them down.

taking heed to his words i throw the glass at the wall.
the glass shatters into pieces and a loud crash follows suit.
the water runs rampant with a sneering stare.
i cannot control the devilish grin that creeps on my face as i admire the chaos i have created.

i watched as the fragments of glass fell.
careening towards the ground gravity guided them the only way he knew.
as the pieces hit the floor they danced together for a moment before laying still.

i let the glass lie for a while.
i turn my back and forget about the mess.
the glass gets some rest; its earned it.

my bed beckons me.
i cannot ignore her love.
i give her my love in return.
we lay together for a short while.

the phone's starts ringing again.
its sleep.
...
just leave me alone!
cannot i have a moment to myself?!

sleep is persistent�
sleep captures me.
collaboration with the comfort of the pillow and the warmth of the sheets lead to my demise.

sleep is content.
sleep now holds me.
i've changed my mind, sleep isn't bad.

sleep brings me dreams.
dreams bring me a world that i have never been to before; time seems to fade away in this place; its quite peaceful.
i think it'd be nice to stay here for a while.

my thoughts are distracted by a bright light.
i cannot keep my eye off her.
she whispers to me, begging me to hold her.

i grab the light in hope to somehow place her in my care and to keep her for myself.
she sits in my hands for a moment before slipping away.

without the light i am lost.
i can no longer tell if i am dreaming or if i am awake.
my grandparents wave to me.
i think i'm still dreaming.

there is the light again!
she moved.
she now hovers above a body of water.

strange how she blankets the water.
strange how the water stands so still.
i jump in to disrupt its peace.
i jump in because i want to.

i wake up.
I'm wet..
i think somebody wet the bed..
drip.
drip.
phew, its just the ceiling leaking.
it must be raining again.

it's still dark out..
how long have i been sleeping?
it feels like forever.

i am no longer tired.
i get out of bed.
the rain laughs, glad that he now has the bed to himself.

i laugh back at him.
stupid rain.
i wouldn't have gotten up if i was still tired.
i got up because i wanted to.

the phone rings.
its sleep.
again.

i do not move.
i still stand beside my bed.
i do not want to answer the call; i am content with where i stand.
I do not answer sleep's call.

sleep feels cheated.
i walk away before she tries to trick me again.

i walk through the dark.
the darkness makes me stumble.

where are you light?
i flip the switch but she gives no response.
didn't pay the electricity bill; the room stays dark.

my eyes adjust.
i master the darkness.
i run because it can no longer hold me.
i run because i want to.

my feet start to hurt though not from being tired.
i think i may have stepped on something.
i rub the bottom of my feet and feel a gross moistness drip from my fingers as i pull my hand away.

i light a candle and remove the glass.
i should not have left the pieces to lie on the floor so long together.
i should have known the glass would want revenge.

the chaos seems to have spread.
i created the chaos.
the chaos created this pain.
kharma laughs as she finds humor in her work.

i am no longer running.
running caused this pain.
the pain too unbearable, i can no longer stand.

i sit.
i do not know where i am going anymore.
the darkness has enveloped the room completely.
my eyes do not adjust.

i give up on my eyes as guides and shut them.
i've heard that eyes are windows to the soul.
i do not let the darkness feast on my innocence.

my thoughts keep running but yet the world is still.
i open my mouth to let my words run free but i do not hear anything.
the silence is haunting.

the phone rings.
startled, silence holds his breathe for a moment hoping that i do not answer.
for if someone were to talk silence would have no one to hear him.

it's father time.
i pick up to keep silence at bay.

father time tells me he needs someone to talk to.
i listen.

he confers in me and tells me of his achievements.
he tells me that by creating time he formed a certain rhythm to life.
he says that with time there is balance.

he confers in me and tells me of his worries.
he tells me that he no longer believes that he has control over of his creation.
he tells me that time has formed its own mind.

foolish father what else did you expect.
you have created a medium which holds no laws.
you have brought into reality a creation that has no boundaries and knows no limits.
an endless entity brought forth by a finite man.
foolish father.

i think these thoughts but do not say them.

i no longer wish to be this fools muse.
i hang up the phone.

i no longer wish to be held by silence.
i think to call someone.

i no longer wish to be held by time.
i call sleep.

ignoring sleep for so long i now welcome her embrace.
i find solace in my decision.

happy to hear my voice she brings me my dreams.
i am carried back into the world where time holds no grasp.
again i find peace.

again the light appears.
she whispers to me, begging me to hold her.
this time i do not listen to her plea.

i sit where i stood and watch as she grows.
i find solace in my decision.

i rest my head against the tree behind me.
i feel its heart beat, i feel its love.
i thank the giving tree for her kindness and tell her it will not be forgotten.

as i sit by my new found friend the light continues to grow.
she calls out again, begging me to come hold her,
again i do not go.
i will not hold what cannot be held.

i can feel the warmth of her light at my feet as she inches toward me.
again, she begs me to hold her.

i close my eyes knowing that her light will soon grow to be upon me.
she covers me.
i hear her sigh of relief and i know that i am safe.

i have found peace.
i am content.
i have found the place where time stands still.