• Sleep

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    What is this strange moment of being half-awake? What is this bliss —
    of laying in the dark, watching the street lights twinkle in the city below.
    Sleep has knocked on the door, opening the heavy gates to midnight's sweet kiss;
    inviting you into an extraordinary world. Will you follow? Will you travel?

    There is a nocturnal visitor hooting somewhere far off in the dark. Did you hear?
    Or have you already sunken into those heart gripping illusions of gentle lullabies?
    Dreaming of those bitter sweet moments — the rush of visions floating about, only to disappear.
    But do not worry, for right now you can stay in that transparent abyss of the nameless.

    Right then you may wander through the distant images of yourself; laugh and smile.
    Watch the glimpses of light dance to the sound of forgotten words — flickering in and out.
    Jump off that tall building and watch your reflection squeal in delight. Make it worthwhile,
    'cause this moment will not last. This moment won't stay. This strange feeling will soon leave.

    When the morning birds start singing and the sun comes out for its duty, it will end.
    The heavy gates will close, as sleep clocks out of time. The shelter of false consolation,
    it will slowly dissolve into the sound of waking limbs — pulling you into the life you have to attend.
    But do not fret, it's not forever gone. Not forgotten. Sleep will knock again to invite you once more.

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