In the time before sleep, when dreams become real falling into a daze, but holding to consciousness we imagine ourselves into that world that holds our hopes and fears, that awaits our drooping eyes as the sandman enters to aid us in drifting away towards fantasies and nightmares, falling forever into emptiness, but feeling comforted by it, we struggle meekly for awakening, while the body escorts us towards the edge of thoughts.
Reason for writing:
i wrote this poem because i had considered this as a title for another poem, but it didn't seemed appropriate. it gave rise to an idea and i simply wrote it on a whim.
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