Goodnight Moon

I'll take you back to that all time low when no one came to the rescue. Distant and still at a distance. I'm a flake, but for Death's sake, dead to the world: Ask. I've loved what once was and what once was is now gone; it always was, and that's why I loved. Past tense, I remember, but today is too current to deliver such promise as yesterday when today was just a day, but now a day to remember. When you can't sleep because of a nightmare. When you wake up from the nightmare. When the nightmare is real life. When your life is a nightmare. When your life is living a past tense memoir, you begin to see through your own eyes as a prism: an optical prison where dreaming is no longer a dream, but repetition of the unseen. And yet we keep it keen, clean and tucked into our beds, yet I can feel every seam. So dream, dream away every night, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite, for if they do, hit them with a flashlight. Since ignorance is what we do best, goodnight.