Sleepers
When I close my eyes at night, I am not placing my life on the shelf to wait until the morning. In sleep my mind discovers or creates worlds far away from the simple, harsh one I call my own. In sleep I embark on adventures far beyond my wildest, conscious dreams and it is those worlds and adventures that I seek to remember and recreate in consciousness. When we really ponder life, it has little to offer us but a potentially blissful childhood followed by endless indoctrination of behavior and values by others. Disappointment has been an ever-near friend to me these past ten years as the life I thought could be mine suddenly seemed to lose its charm and attainability. The world is full of once blank canvases that have been shit on by others who could not stand to see something untouched, unblemished by humanity and its constant desire to turn the most beautiful of things into a tortured, perverted, and lifeless joke. We harbor daring dreams, you and I. The sleepers...