sleep
I want to sleep one day
Like really sleep.
The kind where
Real is real and
Fake is real
and I see
and smell
and hear.
And I'm not even aware of the dream.
For those few seconds, minutes, hours,
My life is my fantasy.
Everything is as it should be,
not perfect but not flaw-full.
The world keeps spinning, the stars continue twinkling
and I stay sleeping
really sleeping
in a world of my own creation
of which I am completely unconscious.
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