You lie awake at night, dreading the arrival of the sandman. Half asleep, your mind’s in a mad rush to fall into the deep, dark unknown.

Yet in the stillness, you struggle.

Dreams feared and un-forgotten.

You don’t want to go back there. Make it go away.

In the light of day, you find yourself baffled. Memories of exhaustion and tears. Unrealised terror. Like trying desperately to breathe underwater. But it wasn’t real. It never happened. Despite the feeling like it did.

Give me these moments. Give them back to me.

Do I still have strength in me? I reckon I do. I still have a little life left in me yet. There’s still fight in me.

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Trivia: Full story at The Parody – Sleeping and Dream Journals. Photo is one of the few ones I took of my Nokia E71; September 2008.

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