Goodnight Void.
Trying to practice Lucid Dreaming,
Again.
Hell,
I’d even take black,
Dreamless sleep.
Free from the attempts by my subconscious,
To murder me,
Repeatedly,
Almost every single night.
Penance paid in distortions of time –
Common to dreams.
Few hours,
Can become decades,
Or centuries.
Goodnight Void #845
