So now I go to sleep
and hope that tonight will forget today
and leave tomorrow untouched,
I so long to forget of so much,
so many faces burned into my mind,
so much anger scorching my sight.
I wish for that peace and clarity of solitude,
and it is there that I am complete,
that I am real.
I sleep now,
praying to stay in dreams a bit longer,
in dreams where I am alone,
for no one is real —
just false memories.
I ask to stay
and to cleanse myself of those impurities,
to wake and to forget this life
as one forgets a dream.
I sleep far away.
No one can see me there,
and I can see no one else.
I wish to be complete.
March 19, 1998