When the sun parts and the night comes along,

When my heart pumps slower,

When the crickets chirp and my eyes escape,

A world much different from home.

Images like videos play that not even I can control,

A world that takes me away,

It could be thrilling,

Breathtaking,

Something so pure,

Something so real.

As my punches become weak and I realize there is no sun,

That’s when it shifts,

It goes from one frame to the next abruptly as if someone had burned the film to start over,

When I was a child I was afraid of sleep

When I am older the fear of sleep isn’t what keeps me going,

When the nightmares I once believed in are not just there when I sleep,

But when the sun takes on the day is what scares me.