I have been sleeping for a long time while I have been awake. I have been dreaming in this state for as long as I can remember. I’m tired and I have become mad and weary. I’m becoming someone who I don’t want to be, I really don’t and I can feel the frustration and disappointment, all this inevitable anger. It’s not me I tell you, it’s not. When I’m awake, I hurt. When I sleep, I hurt. When I dream, I hurt. I wonder in death if I can wander without being hurt, if I can finally rest.