Dreaming text collab

Midnight Kitty: Interesting artwork.
Your eyes aren't as hard as they used to be

Noah: The years have tempered the steel into something more mercurial.
The road I am on remains a struggle in many ways but I have found such contentment in the path. The obstacle is the way.

Midnight Kitty: Less inclined to think the worst of the world.

Noah: More ready to embrace the day

Midnight Kitty: Happier in the night still

Noah: Oh it's my blanket

Midnight Kitty: A pretty blanket that comes with its own warmth
Unless you have the vacuum that comes with the night
Seeping out nightmare and desire
The deepest parts of our psyche
Balanced by the thought it was just a dream
But still it hungers
Begging to be fed
That void that eats your sins and pleasures in equal measure
The sandman tiptoes hoping to see your eyes and to dine
Hold your eyes and mind shut
Pray they don't hear the secret thoughts you know you should fear
Toes curl, the spine arches, and the nightmare clutches you closer
The better the terror the sweeter the taste
But it's a matter of fact master that makes sense of it all.
The sandman's cat cries denied its meal
And the void takes the rest
But yet they all wake up
And the relief of "it wasnt real"

I can't sleep, and I'm rather restless, and the dog is hogging the bed so....

You get the shortened, more poetically engineered version of an insomniacs thoughts

Noah: A pretty blanket that comes with its own warmth, fits and handles inner zone form,
Unless you have the vacuum that comes with the night, capture the moon on the fly for a sky-grab 3rd eye sight,
Seeping out nightmare and desire, deeply devout and bare before the fire
The deepest parts of our psyche, sleep in our hearts, but not tightly
Balanced by the thought it was just a dream, sure. It occurs in that spot nothing is as it seems
But still it hungers, distilled wonder
Begging to be fed, legging through your head
That void that eats your sins and pleasures in equal measure. Spin reveries by feeling, not seeing. Like tail feathers, braille letters
The sandman tiptoes hoping to see your eyes and to dine. Plans to rip a hole and bury dream landmines
Hold eyes and mind shut. Mold the signs, hold the line as we must

Pray they don't hear the secret thoughts you know you should fear. Play it off like each spot is ether-bound, far from here.
Toes curl, the spine arches, and the nightmare clutches you closer. Blind sparks right where the rush exposes the tether
The better the terror the sweeter the taste. Whether in error or haste
But it's a matter of fact master that makes sense of it all. Stature from getting after each waking glimpse, never fall.
The sandman's cat cries denied it's meal. Imago lands trying to reach the real
And the void takes the rest, collect all the best
And yet they all wake up, shaken up
And the relief of "it wasn't real". What's not revealed? The cost of escape, when the mind kneels.

Midnight Kitty: It's more of a question wondering who is hiding behind their own illusions of safety

Noah: The truly scared and inexperienced

Midnight Kitty: The fact of a matter of fact master is in everyone's life but few of them decipher the missing words

Noah: The inner deity speaks when we learn to listen.