Sleep.
Something so simple.
I take it for granted.
But it truly lets me escape.
People don't appreciate sleep enough. Or dreaming. Dreaming and sleep both let you take a break and escape from life. When life's a fucking mess, all I want to do is sleep. If I could sleep for days at a time, I would. It lets me escape. From my fake smiles. From my fake happiness. From my fake friends. From my fake everything.
Sleep.
It's way more important.
Then you think.
YOU ARE READING
Fake smiles. Fake friends. Fake life
PoetryPomes, stories, random shit. This is what I will use to write in when I'm feeling depressed or having a lot of anxiety. If I don't post for long periods of time it's probably a good thing.
