here i am once again staring into this machine, postponing sleep, pretending that some magical "thing" will happen and i won't have to face the dream world alone tonight.
then, once again, tomorrow i will hang on to every last second of sleep, postponing the day, hoping that the same magical "thing" will happen and i won't have to face the waking life alone.
someone very dear once pointed out that i "don't transition well". without fail every night passes and every day comes, and yet i still fight each passing time with such stubborn vigor.
perhaps this struggle to linger in one space as time moves on contributes to the "alone".
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this, too, shall pass.
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