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The time period between being awake and being asleep This mystical place that so little beings remember: It's the place that I could live in for the rest of my life For it is neither reality or a dream A time that is neither dark nor light Neither good or bad The world of in between Everything is neutral It is the world of calmness Nothing to worry Nothing to be afraid of It's the only place I can find solace The place without sadness and loneliness But also free of the nightmares Undisturbed by the morbid images my mind creates And untouched by the anxiety, loneliness, and pain of this cruel world A place where no person can take me away from A place where no creature can lay a claw on me Gates between consciousness and unconsciousness Guard this place of sanctuary I would like to stay here, This, I would want to make my home But waking is too demanding And sleeping is too necessary I wish my home would be Hypnagogia A place where you never sleep You never wake And you never dream
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Reality, Dreams, and The Space Between
The time period between being awake and being asleep This mystical place that so little beings remember: It's the place that I could live in for the rest of my life For it is neither reality or a dream A time that is neither dark nor light Neither good or bad The world of in between Everything is neutral It is the world of calmness Nothing to worry Nothing to be afraid of It's the only place I can find solace The place without sadness and loneliness But also free of the nightmares Undisturbed by the morbid images my mind creates And untouched by the anxiety, loneliness, and pain of this cruel world A place where no person can take me away from A place where no creature can lay a claw on me Gates between consciousness and unconsciousness Guard this place of sanctuary I would like to stay here, This, I would want to make my home But waking is too demanding And sleeping is too necessary I wish my home would be Hypnagogia A place where you never sleep You never wake And you never dream
parker-blackwood
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
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