Sleepy Ideas

I am fully aware that my sight is starting to fail but as I am writing this, this ocular condition that I have is compounded by the fact that the idea of sleep is gnawing at my heels ever more fiercely.

Funny thing is that everything around me is rather vibrant. People scoring songs from the videoke machine, the sun rising, music files milling in the corner.

My soul is the only dim corner in the room.

I wish I can rap so that when I cuss, I can pack so many sentiments in a minute's time. I wish I'm a poet who can explain the universe in seven syllables. I wish I can morph to a stone when sunlight hits me so that I only have to forever mind the night.

I wish I'm a bird so that I can fly and more importantly when a snake is nearby, I can easily be consumed and then be at peace. I wish I'm a tornado so that after I ruin things to the ground I can simply disappear into thin air. I wish I don't care about the world and everything and everyone around me.

But I do.