|"Sleep" by Salvador Dali (1937)|
Diving into realms unknown.
Hypnosis a major part of the day.
Being whisked away by honeydew senselessness.
Into long moments of unawakened gray.
Soporific actions inducing a dull buzz in my veins.
Making me crash into my bed with utter hopelessness.
Flying into a dreamland full of ancient monstrosities.
Vague sense of freedom mixed with a entrancing sense of bliss.
Music flowing numb in my head, the lyres failing to wake.
My work lying askew, head lank over a bed of an ocean.
Awoken with deadened bulging eyes to see a chaotic mess.
Falling with disregard back into the cotton with blurry emotion.
PS. Written at a moment like many others after waking up, having slept blissfully for hours while I was supposed to have been working!