sleep

Eyelids pulled south by the day’s events
sinking into the cotton, vanishing in the forest of covers.

Yesterday’s worries and tomorrow’s laments
disappearing chances and half-hearted attempts.

Sleep washes it all away.

Escape from reality and enter the comfort of the subconscious.
Where nothing is actual and you actually feel fine.

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