Sweet Dreams

Days pass, one floating into to the next.

Colors blend, flashing, blurring together.

Drowning in daily events.

Hoping for some escape, but none have saved me thus far.

Stress building in my shoulders.

Emotions piling in my mind.

Walls cracking, sending me down the path to insanity.

The idea is appealing, I welcome the blankness.

Being free from this world where I'm pushed in every direction.

Sleep is pulling at my mind now.

Maybe I'll find some release in my dreams.

Sweet dreams.