I wish I could sleep forever, feel nothing but rested.
Idleness brings my sorrow, analysing and analysing.
Ever alone in this cage, some days I am on the outside.
A waste of time in the space of a breath.
How could I be such a fool?
I wish I could sleep forever, rather than take my life.
Dream deeply of cryptic patterns and events, even I cannot grasp or understand.
But still, in time, I would wake.
And this twisted feeling would begin again.
There would be much undone, by not being here.
This ultimately is what stays my hand.
To make others feel as I do would be a shameful, shameful thing.
I think my soul would carry that burden.
Why can I not just sleep forever?
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Yeah I am with you on this one. My sleep life is awesome, I have big awesome dreams at night. Very real and very interesting and so cool > they are so real for the first 10 seconds of waking up I actually think it all happened that way. But then when I come to an am fully awake > I have to face my shitty life and I just wish I could stay in that state of sleep and rest, and my mind continuing to have awesome powerful dreams that are more fascinating then this life has ever been for me.
Trust me I know where you are coming from.
A shared understanding of an idea is always a strong thing. Thank you for your condolences.