On Sleep.

Forever night-crawler.

     November 22, 2013
     2:02 A.M.

     No, I don’t sleep. Or rather, I don’t want to sleep. Reality is ugly and selfish and bitter and cruel. But sleep is empty and dark and cold and unfeeling. In sleep, I walk along the hazy corner of my dreams in utter unawareness. In sleep, I lose sight of my purpose and my direction on why I keep on fighting for my life. In sleep, I can be anything I want to be - a monster, an angel, a flower, a ghost - all an illusion. In sleep, I forget that I exist and am content to float along the recesses of my mind. In sleep, I don’t get the chance to live. I’d rather face my demons in the corporeal world than lose myself in a factitious fantasy.