Six months ago I woke up. And now sleep is a danger. Sleep is a slippery deception that could lift me up away from here only to drop me from it's great height. Every good dream is foreshortened, mistrusted, awoken from for fear of belief.
At 4.13am I woke from a nightmare and that nightmare is my world now. Her hollow laughter, your empty eyes, all of us walking in a daze as we witness the horrors we visit upon one another in the name of what?
I need time and distance and both are coming but sleep is not.
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