Disturbed, disrupted, interrupted is my sleep.. Broken dreams wich I never rimember. How I long for a good nights sleep, and to finally wake up rested, and not in the late afternoon. When the sleep embraces me, I feel nothing, don't think that any dreams comes to me at all, just feels like a short of 'coma'-like state.Is it to much to ask, to wake up in time, and feel rested?
So many I know tells me that I'm an angel.. How they see it or believe so I do not know. For me it just feels that my wings are torn off, one by one, like from a fly. After that left on the floor to wander around in emptyness longing for what I once had, and it feels like it will never be again..
I feel far from an angel, my dreams are crushed under a mountain. No life left worth living as far as I know, but still the hope for a better life isn't gone completley.
