And…

Rise above the muck we know is life; existence. Like we always do we create a life to make us happy because we can’t reach the happiness itself we believe exists, just the comfort.
I worry about falling asleep, fearful I will never awaken… But will that happen? What is the result? Will I always sleep? Is death but a dream… a greater transition than all dreams…

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