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If dreams only come when you fall asleep, then I am so devoid of hope and starlight that not only am I unable to sleep, I also can't dream. If I shut my eyes tight and un-think the whole day, month, year... Will it work then? Then might I be graced with the company of slumber The sweet kiss of a subconscious memory, not yet performed Perhaps if I stare long enough, into nothing, my ceiling will, at the exhale of my tired lungs... dissolve. To reveal the sky. That sky, full of wishes-upon, might shed the silvery light I so crave over and through my eyelids, gently guiding them to a close. my clenched jaw, releasing tight strangulation of my worries, sorrows. and over my hands ankles stomach and lips: the protectors of breath, of sound, parted. As if to offer a home for a word of love or a vulnerable display for the keeper of sleep. Rapid heartbeats and twisted spine, no peace or relaxation. Until, after eternity, Sleep arrives. Quite late, unapologetic, without a word but a whisper; "follow..." After  patiently waiting in eager longing, with a sore vessel full of warm blood wanting... I go. One final inhalation reaches through to my bones and I... Give myself to sleep. At long last the last breath was breathed and I, I drifted off into a dream.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
And I, I drifted off into a dream.
If dreams only come when you fall asleep, then I am so devoid of hope and starlight that not only am I unable to sleep, I also can't dream. If I shut my eyes tight and un-think the whole day, month, year... Will it work then? Then might I be graced with the company of slumber The sweet kiss of a subconscious memory, not yet performed Perhaps if I stare long enough, into nothing, my ceiling will, at the exhale of my tired lungs... dissolve. To reveal the sky. That sky, full of wishes-upon, might shed the silvery light I so crave over and through my eyelids, gently guiding them to a close. my clenched jaw, releasing tight strangulation of my worries, sorrows. and over my hands ankles stomach and lips: the protectors of breath, of sound, parted. As if to offer a home for a word of love or a vulnerable display for the keeper of sleep. Rapid heartbeats and twisted spine, no peace or relaxation. Until, after eternity, Sleep arrives. Quite late, unapologetic, without a word but a whisper; "follow..." After  patiently waiting in eager longing, with a sore vessel full of warm blood wanting... I go. One final inhalation reaches through to my bones and I... Give myself to sleep. At long last the last breath was breathed and I, I drifted off into a dream.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
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