Its a simple, sort of rudimentary form of logic that washes over me. Our words have cursed us and our sixth sensory fields because we speak so much we forgot to feel. Sometimes I wish I could sleep. Make planets stop revolving. Asleep through days / Awake through dreams. When the sun goes down, know that it brings a sunshine day half a world away; as far as you can get until you come around again. I lose it just at the sight of you. But I won't be afraid because when the sun comes up, I'm whole again. I'd love to stay, but, I know this reality is not my own.