Again, as a sufferer of sleep paralysis. This was written after one of my experiences. The sun was creeping in her window.
She lay there and closed her eyes to rest. While asleep,
She felt it crawl th
Her eyes open
Struggling
She roles over
Dying
To dream again.
Another day.
Another futile existence
With no determined meaning,
But an alleged reality. Where is our creator?
What is it?
Is it science