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Apr. 24th, 2009 01:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litchThe silence from the bedroom is terrifying.
I stay up way too late in order to avoid going to sleep. It's not the dreams (though they are bad enough), it is the brutal process of letting go enough to get to sleep. Going to sleep is like unclenching a muscle, relaxing into the universe and letting my mind wander. But when the wolves of discontent are encamped all around they don't hesitate to come and drag me off to places I don't want to go.
So the sooner I can go from laying down to asleep, the less anguish I endure. Dreams are soon forgotten, sore shoulders and crusted eyes their only evidence. Life is pain highness, and sleep always ends. Unless it is death.
I stay up way too late in order to avoid going to sleep. It's not the dreams (though they are bad enough), it is the brutal process of letting go enough to get to sleep. Going to sleep is like unclenching a muscle, relaxing into the universe and letting my mind wander. But when the wolves of discontent are encamped all around they don't hesitate to come and drag me off to places I don't want to go.
So the sooner I can go from laying down to asleep, the less anguish I endure. Dreams are soon forgotten, sore shoulders and crusted eyes their only evidence. Life is pain highness, and sleep always ends. Unless it is death.
