I’m tired.
I want to close my eyes.
My dragging eyes that carried me eight hours through the day.
To rest my head against a nice cool pillow.
Breathe in.
Close eyes.
Gone

Drifting into a dream will it be scary or pleasing.
In a black room falling fast jolting in my sleep.
But never awaking
And never hitting the floor.
How I enter every dream.

Moving pictures enter my head
My faces I miss and once loved
I am found in the most beautiful place
There are green trees and tall grass
A big lake with glossy water
No people
No hate
Just a place

It ends to fast
I hear the aloud alarm ringing
Awaking me fast
Why?
For these poor eyes to run another eight hours
I’ve been ripped from my happy place
My own place wear my dreams make me fly into another head space