"They say a lot of things are considered a luxury. Dreams, are to me, a luxury. All I dream (and remember of these dreams) is waking up and wanting to go back to sleep".
I came across this random writing of mine today. It was written when I wasn’t feeling well. No one asked me how my nights went by. They asked, obviously, of how my days were spent. I don’t remember much about my days then, because all I did was sleep. Not knowing when the first break of dawn happens, I would make it my goal only to see its end. It was frustrating to not know. But I think, it is more devastating to see only the end.