Dear Sleep, Bring on the dreaming.
Posted by Unknown | Posted in books , dale wilsey jr , dreaming , dreams , ethereal , fiction , insomnia , night , reality , sleep , sleepless , thoughts , words , writing | Posted on Thursday, December 29, 2011
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The whole world seems to make its way through my thoughts while I lie there, eyes wide, staring into nothing. And all the words I searched for earlier in the evening come spewing forth. All I want to do is sleep. I don't want to write the poem. But my brain has other plans.
When I was young, I can remember lying awake for hours constructing richly detailed stories in the darkness. High-speed car races twisting around curves, tires screeching. White knuckled and high on adrenaline. Hitting home runs out of Fenway or Yankee stadium along greats like Mickey. Getting the girl who sauntered down the halls of my high school, unattainable to me for whatever reason. Eventually, I'd sink into the mattress wrapped in a world of ethereal thoughts.
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What really has me worried is wondering whether or not this is simply an unfortunate phase or if this will continue on throughout the rest of my days. I suppose, either way, it's something I've got to face. On that same thought, it may be a way for my own restless mind to force me to confront those things I'd rather not.
Dear sleep, bring on the dreaming.
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If anyone happens to know the artist of the first photo,
please let me know in the comments.
Insomnia still plagues me intermittently - I think it's a struggle for most of us on this planet at one time or other. It's the worst when I don't relieve stress before bed. It's less of a problem when I've laughed a lot :)