Drifting sleep show me life as it is...
I think,
grayness blankets me
So unsure of breath
Not even sure if death exists
In my gray drifting clouds
I sleep.
I think.
I wake.
I think.
Realism does not overpower
FICTION.
Sleep mixes with awake -
naughty concoction.
 
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