The midnight hours have past its peak, my eye lids can not be held up any more, for what I need, sleep, is what I do not want. I do not want to escape the reailty of life, of being asleep, having a chance of missing a moment that can be crucial, important, quintessential to my needs. To my wants, to my every single solitary devouring, sometimes helpful but harmful deeds. I do not want to be in a life of dream, thinking that I am something I am not. Never shall I be away from what I can not see. The longer I evade the electric flashes that go on in my sleep, in my brain, my mind to fake me out of reailty, is the longer I have to take in as much as I can of life, precious life that is a gift, not to be slept away where we are vulnerable to anything that passes. The hours of staring off into nothing, off into space that is not there, is draining one self to fall into world of dreams. Sooner or later the time will come, to fade away from reailty and catch yourself in whole new dimension. The midnight hours have far past its due, a whole new universe awaits, for I am now asleep.