The Social Porcupine

My sunglasses, my chap-stick. I managed to capture an artsy picture ;D  Sleep. Eyes are the door to knowing. Whenever I see your eyes I know you should come with a warning sound. Beautiful spheres of color, revealing terrible things I must know, but won’t. Loud. Quiet. A paradox. I see. I know. Sometimes I see what I shouldn’t, and so I cover my eyes. Sunglasses. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know. Sleep. A verb, a noun. My comfort, my companion. Eyes. Life. Sleep. Death. We know what we can’t see. We see what we can’t know. We sleep the knowledge away. I shut my eyes to color. I see black darkness. I forget the alluring secrets. I slumber. Eyes, I shut my door. Sleep. I wrote this awhile back for a flash fiction contest, except it was more weird than fiction. So here you guys are! Also, I'm obsessed with eyes... here's a pinterest board of mine to prove it.   eyes - the door to knowing Sleep is an important part of life. Any life. Yet...

Sleep away your fears My darling.  Let your brain rest free: Light's dimming.  Forget that you care, Darling, smile. Forget the nightmare For awhile. Sleep; let your eyes dry. Time to rest. Tell your pain to fly. Just forget. Darling, sleep is calling ~ Close your eyes. Sleep is comforting ~ Restful lies.  For a night it's OK. Sleep and smile. 'Til the morning day Comes to strike. ~ KAL I used to write a lot of poetry. I rarely share of any of it, as it tends to be personal. But this I felt like sharing ;) Sometimes you are just so tired of life, and remembering, that all you want to do is sleep.  But it can be hard to sleep when the world feels dark :) And that's when you just have to remind yourself how to forget.  I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this summer! It says I won first place at a county fair... but I didn't have any competition. Prize was like $3? I think ;D  I event...

Life. It's one of those weird things I still haven't figured out, but hope to make totally clear to you by the end of this post. Or maybe just my life. In that case you might not learn anything at all about life in general - except sleep, and maybe death. I mean, parts of it (life) are starting to make sense. Like sleep for example. Why was it when I was little I dreaded sleep? And when I got older I started to love it, but still avoided it? And now, why is it that it seems I live for the time I can sleep? The thing I use to hate and avoid I now strive for. Why is that? My answer is simple. The reason children hate sleep is because they just "woke" up and are very confused. They do not know if this place called Earth is really Heaven or just something very much like it. And since it (life) is so good why sleep? As you get slightly older life is still "heaven" but you have also learned to appreciate resting and sleep - yet avo...