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Sleep is vulnerability. It is the one time when all defenses are down and control over ones thoughts, movements and environment are but a flittering moth forgotten in an overwhelming garden dream. I fear to show my true form. One I cant even admit to myself, but let run free for all to see as I give into sleeps tempting cals. I would hide forever. Hide from my weakness. I dream of strenght and beauty, see how close I am to attaining all I have ever dreamt of, but still hide in the ugly easy. The familiar. A familiar that is more a burden than a way of life. Why do I kindle weakness? Why dont I flush out this fear and become human? How strange a dream. A dream to become nothing more than then simplest thread that is existence. How do I escape my body long enough to come back to one? A more complete vessel of mor fears and failures. One that is worthy to move past the night terrors of my unconsciousness toward the subtle illusion of hope.