sleep
I close my eyes and fall into the embrace of pillows, blankets and darkness. I am bore down estuaries, a warm channel of dream and oblivion.

Sleep, is ultimately the one free luxury in our dismal human lives.
It is the bringer of escape, of relief, of submissiveness. For a certain couple hours a day, we can relinquish our terrible awareness, miserable control, restrained discipline. Being in control is difficult; it involves thinking, planning, scheming. It's all too overwhelming. Who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to relinquish it?

And so, with my eyelids growing heavy and my body losing gravity, I sink into oblivion and the whole world stops for a couple of hours.

2010-04-07
7:18 p.m.
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