People ask why I'm always tired, when all I do is sleep.
Strictly speaking that's not true, currently it's just past midnight and I'll probably be awake for the next two hours at least.
I'll then wake up really early so that I can proceed with my day at school and other monotonous, tedious happenings.
But the things is, even if I did sleep as well as people think, I would still be tired, because I long for sleep, because sleep is so much better than reality.
In sleep I create perfectly imperfect worlds. I can be everyone I want to be, live any life I want to live. In my dreams anything is possible. But not only that, in my dreams, even the normal lives I imagine, are better than mine.
I often wish to live in those dream lives, where I love and I hurt and things that aren't real exist. I am in places I've never been and yet call them home, I talk in languages I have never learnt but yet speak fluently.
I have built bonds and friendships and love, faces I have never known, yet memorised their every detail.
The day I am no longer tired, is the day my reality has become better than my dreams.
20.6.16
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The little things
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