There was a little moment I had just the other day, When I felt really low and wanted to disappear, When I was sprawled across my bed and felt every ounce of pain and anguish, And thought about how it could all be gone, how If I wanted, I could just erase myself from the world, And the little cogs in my brain that were currently turning, And generating a presence would just stop forever, And I dreamed of it and felt it and with that fell asleep, And I was gone, momentarily because for that moment sleep symbolised so much more than just resting and waking up, And when I woke up those cogs started turning slowly and I was back again, But that moment, the dream, the feeling and the desire stayed with me, And I always go back to that moment.