But still I'm dreaming. Sleeps veil is before my eyes like a mist. Trapped between two worlds, unable to return, unable to go forth into the dawn's pale light. Eyes race in my skull like wild horses turned loose. Underwater, struggling to break the surface and breathe deeply again. But I'm still dreaming. Or am I awake? Does it matter, I'm lost in a broken dream and I can't come out. Not yet... Not yet... Still dreaming...
Still dreaming... a dream that never ends... or is it just dawn that never comes, and I'm spending the endless night awake? If so, why can't I sleep? Late for a thank you, but still earlier than sunlight.
I believe that I dream of being awake while I sleep in watchfulness. I watch myself from inside and high above. Nothing matters there, except that I breathe, and breathe… I sleep not, I wake not. I merely am... The time runs over my skin, a slow cut of pain, but numb because I can't care, I'm not there. The feeling slips away with the time. No blood because I don’t live, the razor edge of time is dull and cannot pierce the flesh. Tick… Tock… The hands keeps time with my heart. Tick… Tock… Time is dying, killed by the clock. The slow slaughter of the night till the dawn. Ahh... When will I rise with the mornings light… Or is that just a dream too? Oh, to tame the temporal march of time.
Late for a thank you, but still earlier than sunlight.
It is as time itself.
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