spinachmuncher

Sleep There was a time when sleeping came to me like breathing. When there was no hassle in my time of rest. The sandman would reach me instantly and my slumber would transcend dreamlessly until the  morning hours of a new day. Then the time came for me to be  taught of suffering and pain, of joy and happiness, of the wonders and terrors of the world. My slumber was tarnished with new thoughts being brought from my days of learning. I dreamt...my slumber no longer quiet and empty. After knowledge consumed me, the moment I lay to rest was filled with ideas that were both explosive and uncontrollable.   Emotions of all kinds plagued me with tr