Elusive dreaming is only possible
when you are actually able to dream,
when you don't have to push against your own shadows,
or the universe to rest.
However, when fighting in the internalized war of sleeplessness &
how it never seems to end, but
while in an insomniac state
everything around you seems almost as restless as you are,
the pillows & covers surrounding you sing to you,
the verses tell you stories of the sleep that
just seems so damn out of reach.
The walls that surround you,
all seems to be growing in size
like unescapable jail cell bars, but
you're only a young girl,
who wishes to live in the world behind her eyelids, but
at this very moment,
all that seems to be an even more distant dream,
as a transparent silhouette of a woman
dangles a dream catcher in front of you,
just out of reach on a fishing line,
maybe if I catch it,
I'll be able to sleep tonight.
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