Unpublished: Dreamland

In the stillness of it all, I wonder. 

In the blackness of it all, I ponder. 

Enveloped in the quiet. 

Lights of cars creeping in. 

I lay here. 

Paralyzed. 

Restless.

Weary.

Relaxed. 

Eyes become heavy. Lids close. The music continues to play. Lyrics dancing in my mind. To do lists being written. It's hard to turn it off. The mind continues to wonder, to ponder. 

When the shapes begin to shift behind our lids, we slip away. Even for a moment. To a place much more simple than this. Or be it much more intricate than this. It's different, and that's what matters. 

Filled with endless possibilities, familiar faces and shadows of the unknown, we dream. We believe. We feel. We see. We think. We know. 

Those moments are pure. They're our sub-conscience coming to life. Our hopes, our aspirations. Or emotions, our memories. Stored away, ready to come out and play. 

Revel in them. Enjoy them. Hold on to them. For these moments are fleeting. For these moments are scarce. 

Drift away. Steal away. Allow yourself the simplicity of sleeping. Fall into your sub-conscience. Sweet dreams.