the divided continents
Today’s Lesson (early edition): Your reality and fantasy are in constant conflict, and cannot co-exist in any material space. Build bridges in your imagination, and unite the divided continents.
But what happens when you’ve lost your ability to dream. I slip into sleep at the end of the day, exhausted and lost to the world of the living. I never remember my dreams, except if they are especially noteworthy and inexplicably striking. I usually wake up tired, my sleep restless and distressed, wiring disconnected from years of broken attempts at a night’s peace. Blame it on my tortured body, and the whipmaster within, leaving me without the normal and common circles within which to heal and recharge.
I slip into oblivion. Perhaps that pact was made so long ago when darkness dawned–by day I’d belong to me; at night, something or someone else.
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