I wrinkle and wipe away at my tired eyes. I cannot sleep. It’s like a reoccurring nightmare. Something you want so bad is just within your grasp. You’re sprinting after it following it so closely but never reaching the goal. I cannot dream. I can’t get away from reality just for a few hours. I just think and am conscious. The pulls of suburban life are tugging at my frame and making me disclose myself and my surroundings. Putting me in a state of absolute dread. Ever moment waiting for drowsiness to sweep me off my feet but it never does. It feels as if the escape of dreams is taunting me. Slowly killing me.
March 13, 2009