To dream

Swish swosh, there was a time I struggled to fall asleep.  For weeks I found something else to do rather than sleep.  Now I rush to my bed for my dreams are pleasurable.  Filled with the flushes of joy, the rushes of laughter and light.  Why would you not want to sleep when you could dream?

Without a reason, just for the hell of it.  Maybe I should find that hard rain, or was it heavy rain, and just get lost in nothing.  Do nothing.  Maybe I should write about doing nothing.  Maybe I should first do nothing.  It is about remaining in that space of happibliss, not the bad shit.

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