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Sleeping Hours of Reality
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Life The midnight hours have past its peak, my eye lids
can not be held up any more, for what I need, sleep,
is what I do not want. I do not want to escape the
reailty of life, of being asleep, having a chance of
missing a moment that can be crucial, important,
quintessential to my needs. To my wants, to my
every single solitary devouring, sometimes helpful
but harmful deeds. I do not want to be in a life of
dream, thinking that I am something I am not. Never
shall I be away from what I can not see. The longer I
evade the electric flashes that go on in my sleep, in
my brain, my mind to fake me out of reailty, is the
longer I have to take in as much as I can
of life, precious life that is a gift, not to be slept
away where we are vulnerable to anything that
passes. The hours of staring off into nothing, off into
space that is not there, is draining one self to fall
into world of dreams. Sooner or later the time will
come, to fade away from reailty and catch yourself
in whole new dimension. The midnight hours have
far past its due, a whole new universe awaits, for I
am now asleep.
