Rebirth In A Series Of Emotional Deaths

Going to sleep is a form of death. 

 A death that most are hoping to wake up from. 

 But why don't we fear this form of death, knowing that there's no promise of making it through to the other side?  

Our human minds cannot wait to release the burdens of life and escape to a fantasy of plenty where there are no consequences, as we savor the carnal reflections of our lives.  

For others, going to sleep may bring them to a place of non existence, a complete halt to life, where the slate of the mind is wiped clean and all we see is black. 

Lucky are they?  

Or are they really just that good at life?

We'll find out later.

 Its no wonder insomniacs suffer the most knowing they won't be able to sentence their turmoils to death each night.  

But for those who know, a restful night can spring you into a whole new world view, with enthusiastic encompassing emotions, that propel you to new levels and heights of being....

But, back to the insomniac.  

Where is the reset button?  

Where is the... can I start over again, please? 

What happens to those, who cannot fall asleep and catch a reprieve from daily living? 

 Is it possible that they are already in a dream world and there is no place for escape?

  Is it possible that they've been sentenced to a life, where their demons must be faced head on, and without the cushion of delusion that sleep might bring.  

Who's to blame?

Can you see?

Escapism in its highest form, parallel universes we explore, while we deny them in the waking life.  Why are we lying and why are we so ashamed?

  The magic well, of secret desires and wishes, long buried in the depths of childhood, where one was repeatedly told NO.

What do we have here?  

Candy wrappers, dirty shoes, lost visions, used hope.

Here we deliver the debris, of our fantastical living , that must die only when we come to sleep, but is resurrected, once we call upon...

 A slumber so deep, we cannot remember.

Remember when you lost your shoe, and didn't mind because the Earth felt so good on your feet.  

The freedom of Earth wrapping around your ankles to hold your body tight, while your mind soared the heights of the sky, or even beyond to that parallel universe.

Who knew you could exist here and there?

But you didn't even think of it.

It just was.

Insomniac, learn to sleep.  

Life forgives you in slumber.

Mostly.

J.ACK

- JANIECE GABRIEL