Though my dreams have been borderline terrifying, it's mixed with a magic I can't explain. I'd often prefer to stay than to wake, and let the story play. In my dreams I have purpose, even if it is to help save and escape when I am the aimed prey. I have planted myself in rough terrain, and though I feel the wetness of the rain, I currently lack the passion to push past the concrete shade of gray. While unconscious I am sometimes robbed of speech and mobility, but awake I am just a shadow's stain. The sun's rays will hit the next day and we will both forget I am there. I can honestly say I still prefer the dangers of the night, to the impending daymare.
Let me sleep.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
Though my dreams have been borderline terrifying, it's mixed with a magic I can't explain. I'd often prefer to stay than to wake, and let the story play. In my dreams I have purpose, even if it is to help save and escape when I am the aimed prey. I have planted myself in rough terrain, and though I feel the wetness of the rain, I currently lack the passion to push past the concrete shade of gray. While unconscious I am sometimes robbed of speech and mobility, but awake I am just a shadow's stain. The sun's rays will hit the next day and we will both forget I am there. I can honestly say I still prefer the dangers of the night, to the impending daymare.
Let me sleep.
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