lines from a story that i havent written yet and probably never will (part 3)
i rarely slept for long and i never dreamed. these fantastic landscapes only appeared to my waking eyes. but there was always a murky shadow around the sides and i could never figure out if it was just the distinction my mind made between my body and the colors swirling into panoramas, or if these beautiful visions were somehow being swallowed by the darkness.
when i finally figured it out i regretted ever wondering.