This is the product that a few semi-normal, non-medically induced nights of sleep: quality dreams.
I love the hard-to-pin feature of most of my dreams. I love their ethereal aspect, and how through most mundane moments of my days I am constantly visited with memories of a more perfect life - a life lived fully in a world of dreams.
Last night's dream life was filled with great conversation with people I miss and those I see daily. Whispers from my slumber still visit me now, and I'm embracing it fully.
Medication is a cruel monster, and this illness I battle doesn't fight fairly. I miss losing myself in the insanity of romance. I miss... so much.
But, this insomnia has to end. I can't live like this forever. I don't like the choices laid out before me.
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