Insomnia

sleep was the ambiguous being that haunted me. it seemed to bend time and erase memories of those who fell into it's dark pits. the ones whom reluctantly soared out of it's embrace were unknowingly causing abuse to spread rigorously throughout their dreams. those who unwillingly navigate its unpredictable waves are said to be wise, they are given wisdom through apathetically slipping into reverie. these people are brought night visions who crawl out from the brim of one's imagination. these peculiar visions are sometimes ominous, while the positive messages haunt those who live in voloptitude.