Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-35162154-20180502172726/@comment-5101683-20180506100635

How about this story, written by you.

You're sitting in bed and you realize that you can't sleep. This bwcomes a recurrent problem. After a few days of this, you hear terrible noises coming from the world. You begin to tremor when the night comes, and your eyes, nose, and mouth begin to bleed. When people ask you things, you can't understand what they're saying. But through it all, you find that your disheveled visage and lack of sleep kake you seem daring. For the first time in your life, you have friends. Eventually, through a sleepless daze, you begin to wonder if this has all been a dream. You then start seeing the walls of your cage crumbling. You feel glad at first, but then you realize that without this false reality, your struggle will have meant nothing. In a last-ditch effort to avert this catastrophe, to dodge reality and forever be trapped, you call out the name of your lover before you wake up. In this world, you are nothing. Whenever you go to sleep at night, you attempt to cheat the morning of your presence by never sleeping; alas, it is not possible. But one day, having lost hope for yourself, you sleep early. When you go to sleep the next night, you can't, and your mind would fill with the possibility, but you have forgotten, never remembering that if you cultivate good sleep habits, the world will reward you. The moral of the story is that sometimes you need blind faith. Sometimes you need to empty yourself in a way that doesn't make sense, but only if you attempt to assure yourself in every scenario will you reap the benefits.