Sleep

I stay awake pondering over the vast array of my thoughts-their beauty, their filth, their eccentricity and their incompleteness. In my desperation to extricate myself out of this mess, i seek you-sometimes as a medicine, sometimes as an escape and sometimes as a panacea to all my ills. My thoughts and dreams are like a virus that i nurture with great care and respect,and scorn silence as unintelligible.
Silence,retreats from my door after knocking at my eye-lids for hours on end,only to return again and to retreat again. The edifice of my shattered hopes and unpleasing reality lies in ruins and when i am about to shed a tear on my satiating beravement, you blow in with an ineffable calm, almost intoxicating me to unconciousness. My mind too empty, too tired to disturb gives in slowly, finally. and then its the end.the end of me.
the end of being, only to be brought to life by a vexing buzz of the alarm.