Sleep
isn’t it terrifying
how during the day we wish more than anything to sleep
we wish to go to a state where we are barely alive
and are just merely surviving
sleep is an eerie thing
for several hours a night our heartbeat slows down and our minds race to unknown lands
reality is no longer a tangible concept and it’s when some of our darkest thoughts take over
the monsters come out from under the bed
and suddenly the shadows on the walls are no longer shadows, but a reflection of our biggest fears
but sleep is a beautiful thing
our minds are at rest and for a brief time are problems are far away and can’t touch us
it’s peaceful to think that everyone is the same when they’re asleep
no matter what kind of person someone is, how mean or kind they are, what their opinions are, or their biggest secrets
we are all wrapped up by a blanket of both peace and vulnerability
when we are asleep we are all innocent and have the potential to wake up and live out the dreams we are awaken from
m.r.
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