Sleep is such a strange thing.
It's like time travel, you fall asleep and before you know it you're awake again.
It's also a great place because you can dream, and slip away from reality.
But nightmares are frightening.
Sleep seems such a trivial thing.
I mean now it does, it didn't always.
When I was young I used to live sleep. Slept as long as I could plus naps.
And then as I grew older I found myself finding other things to do. Sleeping less and less, but still found my self finding happiness in the joys of sleep.
But as of late, I haven't wanted any sleep at all I'll stay awake until ridiculous times and just not sleep.
I'm extremely tired but I'm never sleepy. I just can't bring myself to sleep, I just don't feel the urge to. It's strange, I can't quite explain it but I know what I'm feeling is odd.
Yet I can't help but feel when I sleep I waste time and I miss so much.
30.9.15
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The little things
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