SleepSleepSleepSleepSleep

Just another form of escapism

All I do is sleep.

That's all.

Sleeping helps me ignore everything.

Helps me ignore the lack of everything,

It distracts me from the hole in my chest.

The one where a heart may have been at one point.

Sleeping is my escape from the expectations.

It's my temporary have from the world.

I find refuge in sleeping.

I wish I didn't.

I wish I could just once face something head on.

But I can't.

I hide any way I know how.

And sleep has become my favorite hiding place lately.

So much so I forget what it is to be human sometimes.

I forget what it is to be anything sometimes.

No, not sometimes,

Most of the time.

If I hide long enough,

Maybe the world will forget about me.

And it's already starting.

And while I sleep,

I never even have to notice them forgetting me.

So that's why I sleep.

That's why all I do is sleep.

That's all.  

Author's Note

I'd just like your thoughts, thanks!