As I lay down to sleep I find myself lost in the bed I’ve slept in for more than 20 year. Nothing seems to comfort me, even now that I have my own house I don't need to hide in my room. I wait for the blissful world of dreams where anything can happen and from where you can always escape by waking up. Until then I have to survive the emptiness left by daily stress not filled by whatever else my life is lacking (witch I can't quite name). With my eyes closed my mind wonders around. I refuse to ponder things yet I can't seem to find a way to stop the flashes of thoughts I refuse to think about. I pray to no God to take me away to dreamland, where the disappointments in life have never scared me, where I’m free from the walls of social acceptableness, where I’m not by myself... Yet I find to be sleepless, as well as empty and alone. When the night stopped being my best friend I do not know.
