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I often suffer nightmares Recurring and tangible Live and in color, Except Something is always off The slightness is what haunts me So subtle This seems like deja vu It is fall, and I can't feel it on my skin Or it's night, but there aren't stars I'm up high, yet not afraid All the usual beasts are way too big Or I am very small Smaller still, the tightrope I walk upon waking I pluck it while I fall asleep I can feel the moment I drift away My body loses tension The slack lifeline scares me awake All my friends here don't have faces Blank spaces where expressions used to be Yet I recognize them all And if their questions are real, And their answers make sense, How can I tell who's who? These things I wonder Wrapped within the folds of my brain Seared into my waking world Weighing down my every effort Are these things the right colors? Is this voice still my own? Who's touch am I feeling? How much time has passed? wake up Someone's whispering to me, But I don't recognize the sound WAKE UP
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
sleep deprivation
I often suffer nightmares Recurring and tangible Live and in color, Except Something is always off The slightness is what haunts me So subtle This seems like deja vu It is fall, and I can't feel it on my skin Or it's night, but there aren't stars I'm up high, yet not afraid All the usual beasts are way too big Or I am very small Smaller still, the tightrope I walk upon waking I pluck it while I fall asleep I can feel the moment I drift away My body loses tension The slack lifeline scares me awake All my friends here don't have faces Blank spaces where expressions used to be Yet I recognize them all And if their questions are real, And their answers make sense, How can I tell who's who? These things I wonder Wrapped within the folds of my brain Seared into my waking world Weighing down my every effort Are these things the right colors? Is this voice still my own? Who's touch am I feeling? How much time has passed? wake up Someone's whispering to me, But I don't recognize the sound WAKE UP
#personal#tired#sleep
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 6:38 AM UTC
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