isn't it better than a fairytale?
whisking you away from the prison of reality
relenting conscious thought
a sort of time travel
hours pass and I have no clue
no expectations just breath and bliss.
Even in my nightmares
I appreciate the chaos
once I wake I return to the cage of my making
the mundane is relentless
little sparks real interest in me
I attempted to live in a dream state in my waking life
That almost destroyed me
but what is worse, escaping reality while I wake
or wishing for nothing more than nightfall.
Sleep has become my refuge
It is the only safe place I know
