Free

Tonight is one of those nights where I'm laying in bed for hours trying to sleep. But against all of my efforts, I can't shut my brain off because I can't get comfortable. I don't feel like this is my bed, I don't feel I belong. I don't have a place at all. I just want to curl up into a ball, close my eyes, and wait for some larger force to remove the world around me. Pick it off, atom by atom. Then lift me up and place me in an environment where I belong. So that when I open my eyes again I'm surrounded by all that makes me flourish. And I can lay in peace without the discomfort of this disgusting reality and all else who inhabit it. Then I'll never have to close my eyes in attempts to sleep again. I'll already be living every great dream I've ever produced. I won't need the fantasy land in my head, to get away from this hell, anymore. I'll already be away. Far away. Where even the highest peaks on Earth can't come close to touching me. I'll be free.