I think the worst sort of misery is the kind that registers at -9 decibels. Trapped in your mind, blood-running-through-veins misery.
And I’m alone and dying, and you remind me of everything beautiful, everything I’ve ever known - and my senses are overloaded. I just want to hang on to you — with everything that I am — before I go.
I never desire to be awake with the rest of the world. If I sleep early, I feel as though I’m missing out on something - only rarely do I feel that way if I sleep late.
It’s all a waking dream, until you find a consciousness floating along the same stream.