Unconsciousness: The Bedtime Story


Today is the last day that I'm neglecting words.

They've inspired me, acquired a new meaning to function effortlessly and endlessly.

They cause me to thoroughly travel into my own perspective of logic and reason unconsciously.

Now, all I can do is allow myself to wander into the arms of introspection and unconsciousness gratefully.

Here me, all you people. Let us all fall prone as victims to mother nature's sweet nectar of sleep.

All that you've ever learned is of no importance. Therefore, try to forget life's practicality because you and I shall never explain again.


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