Sleep in the Death of Dreams


The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, Francisco Goya

Woke up twice from a three tiered dream.

Fear gripping my heart. Splashing cold water to my face.

A missed call from my mom, a text from my brother.

I’m still trying to remember what is real and what is fake. Memories that never were, are now real. Things that have happened are now fake. Delirium takes over in the blink of an eye.

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