i wish i could sleep as easy with impending doom at the creases of my mouth burrowing deep as a seed of doubt. i wish i were as fickle as a woman who's ideas and belief's change with every new lover. i wish i didn't feel the need to leave my i's lower case because i feel like a lower case and wonder if the reader would ever even pick up on it or is there ever even going to be a reader. Anyway go to sleep and i'll let my eyes dry out and itch because i'm scared to death of dreaming. i cant stomach the fact that we sleep a third of our lives or in your case half of it.