The Moon and Sleep

There has always been something about the moon that disquiets my mind and my heart even more, that they seem to be putting up a good fight with my exhaustion and sleepiness. And when I finally fall into a good night's slumber and take in such serenity, I go on dreaming of the things that I try my hardest to bury into the deep well of the forgotten.

Maybe it just reminds me too much of some things - the things that I don't even need a hint to remember. The things I can never deny. The things I won't ever be able to let go of.

For the third night tonight, I've pushed myself to the limits. And when my eyes shut, I pray that the angels would take me far away, into the dreamless part of dreamland.

Good night.