Sleep

5/5/15 

    I remember sleep, that strange ephemeral state of being. Misty drain soaked, a cloudy haze of dreams and desires. Yes, I remember that. Not this. Not this surrendering to the onslaught of exhaustion. The quick and abrupt ending of one reality. An ungraceful start to another unremembered state of consciousness. a forceful taking of existence, the slave like oppression of another. Yes, I remember sleep. How long has it been since I've been wrapped in that graceful mist? No matter, not for me, grace escapes from me. Oblivion comes for me. Goodnight to friends. Yes, I remember sleep...