I think I want to sleep forever.
When I dream I am truly free.
I think that is why I am so angry in the mornings.
When I awake I am reminded of what I really am.
But when I dream...
When I dream my limbs are like mattresses.
I don't even notice they're there.
When I dream, yes the colors are still psychedelic, but they don't make my eyes sting.
I can stare without eyelid tension.
When I dream, yes my thoughts still cycle rapidly, but they come out with ease.
Like a mildly muddy floor, my thoughts, while dreaming, slide.
When I am awake nothing slides.
Its as if every surface, of every object, of every action, is covered in sandpaper.
Like a landscape primed for Legos.
But when I dream I escape.
I wish I could sleep forever.
But I know I can not.
So I will enjoy each dream.
I will think of each muddy moment.
I will paint this landscape brown.