As I write this, know that I'm not making sense, nor am I going to bother trying. I'm no longer in Reality, but my reality, which suspends things like logic and reason. Chains, but the shackles are cast aside for now.
It's officially Friday, though my reality doesn't necessarily comprehend that at the moment. It doesn't accept Reality at all right in through now. An obvious sign that I am up too late and need to go to bed. I need to, but I'm not.
Or I will, but I won't sleep. I won't dream a sleeper's dream, but a dream born of pangs that will be shoved away, hidden... locked whenever my reality decides to give way for Reality.
I have desires. I have wants. I have needs. I'm fulfilling none.
...I want to look out the window and see the rain fall and pretend I'm alone in this city.
...I need to do what will make me happy, without hurting another or myself.
...I desire... many things... a person who can understand me...
Someone to understand the million and one thoughts free-floating in my mind with no discernible meaning nor direction, and knows how much a part of me these thoughts are.
I need someone to tell me "It'll be alright" ...and soon, before I loose myself to my own cynism. It's not okay, but it'd be nice to hear someone say that, then work with me to try and make it okay.
I want to feel that dream/memory/delusion of wings folding around me. I want to forget Reality a little while longer.
So I'm going to bed, but not to sleep, and not for a sleeper's dream. But to dream nonetheless.
Reality will come soon enough.
