this is where i want to exist. right here. in this escapist reality. between the throes of sleep and wakefulness. the mind tires. exhausted. sleep now, it says. but the body labors on. tries to find peace in something. closure in something. the dessert after the full meal. the obligatory post-coital cigarette. what is the equivalent in real life of these? is there ever any closure? or is this just what dreams are made of. pray tell me. o please. enlighten me. release me from this chakravyuha.
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