love hate relationship with sleep ..

but im so tired

the elusiveness of solidarity..

if i could figure out which is the dream and which is reality..
or figure out if reality is the dream

i wanna sleep till its over...
but the waste of action involved in sleep seems to delude my perseverance
waking up with a blank sheet every morning trying to figure out what page im on or what book it belongs to - life is a decomposing joke that doesnt know when to stop

hopefully we all wake up from the real dream soon to discover ourselves in a better place..

onward we march