awake

i become lucid after about 18 hours of wakefulness.
random thoughts break through the dam that is my conscious, rational thought,
which appears to have become a barrier of sorts.

i will not and cannot write any longer about what i have not experienced
i can go no longer without becoming what i have so longed to be
i need to discover the true self, and above all i need to become the nobody,
the everybody.

wanting to live is not living
living to want is not loving life
its a dead end street with nothing to give

i am in the great divide i am
myself is who i want to be
a wolf in sheepskin loving lamb
bleeding tears onto your sheets

does sleep keep me sane
wakefulness lets me maintain my lunacy.