Chanda
Sex God
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Like thick pitch from a funnel, the silent hours of night that envelop me slowly drip away, while I lay soundly in a cocoon of soft fleece throws and brocade pillows. Sleep is a luxury I can easily afford but struggle to enjoy.
The moment my eyes close to sleep they open again to the morning light. Its as if the time just plummets into another place and worse still; I did not dream. I do not have dreams anymore, in any form, and whatever bough deep inside that bore them like fruit feels as though it has withered away.
I wonder if my troubles, sadness, fears are the things to blame but if that were true, wouldn't I at least have nightmares?
~basta~
The moment my eyes close to sleep they open again to the morning light. Its as if the time just plummets into another place and worse still; I did not dream. I do not have dreams anymore, in any form, and whatever bough deep inside that bore them like fruit feels as though it has withered away.
I wonder if my troubles, sadness, fears are the things to blame but if that were true, wouldn't I at least have nightmares?
~basta~