sometimes

the only way to really forget

is to go to sleep

sometimes

the only way to really feel something

is to slice open your own chest

sometimes

the only way to see

is to pull out your own eyes

and sometimes

the only way to really love

is to hate...

Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep. Yet in this house it was near impossible to do that.

My mother shouted from across the house for me to come and make macaroni and cheese for my little sister, Vianna, and as I stood up from my bed I glanced over to my window, my escape, my way out. I took a deep breath before snatching my small bag out of my dresser and hop...

“Sometimes the only way to forget everything is to go to sleep.” Grandma told me, her voice soft and whispery. She pushed a lock of chocolate brown hair off my forehead.

“Where is sleep?” I asked, my curious eyes as wide as a doe.

She smiled softly. “A place where dreams come true.”

———-

I lay in bed, my body unable to stop vigorously shaking. It isn’t cold, quite the opposite. Sticky sweat...

I think of him every minute.

Will he talk to me today?

Finally ask the question?

Will he admit his feelings?

_I need to stop thinking! _

Sometimes the only way to really forget

Everything is to go to sleep,

But I can’t;

_I can’t sleep._

His face and eyes poison my mind,

Causing it to race and never settle down.

Sleep is like wood and my thoughts are like a raging fire;

Sleep will not come...

"I've come to a conclusion." Cassie glances downward at her bare toes hidden in the sand.

"What might that be?" Edward's tone is quizzical with a hint of amusement, but Cassie isn't trying to amuse him - for once.

"I think," She doesn't quite know how to say it. "I think, sometimes, the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep."

Edward doesn't answer for a moment, s...

“‘Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep. Only then I might be able to see you again, back in that wonderful, sweet dream.’

After he wrote that, he was found dead in Void Dream’s containment unit the ensuing morning; a suicide, if you will**.**” He states, rapping the clipboard with his pen; his tone nor posture has not faltered throughout this whole presentation, not...

“Sometimes the only way to forget everything is to go to sleep, forget and get away from things such as this,” Greg wheezed, his frightened laugh coming in sharp exhales. “This—this is just a dream. I’m back home, in my bed, and I just have to go to sleep in this dream to wake up, right?”

He laid against the cool, black colored grass and closed his eyes. The foul scent of decay covering the trees...

Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep

That’s what I hope for

But every time I dream

It’s of the worries of my life

And the sadness of my thoughts

I always dream of the hands of grief that won’t ever let me go

I dream of the scream of anxiety that won’t give me relief

The problems of my daily life bleeding into my dreams

Constantly disturbing me when I’m supp...

Sometimes, the only way to

really forget is to sleep.

This is why the addict got high.

She fucked guys for money.

She wanted to forget it all.

The family she didn’t have.

The life she didn’t want.

Sometimes, the only way to

really forget is to sleep.

This is why the old man smoked.

He didn’t have anything to lose.

He didn’t have money, nah.

He didn’t have a wife.

Sometimes, the only way to

real...

Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep.

Sometimes sleep is impossible.

Sometimes it’s two am and you’re on a bus home running off minus eight hours sleep and trying to forget but you just cannot sleep.

Not relate? Okay, maybe it’s a bit specific. But bear with me for a moment and picture this:

Peace. Silence. A chance to finally clear your mind after a busy weeken...