Sleep

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Go to sleep, we’ll meet in each

others dreams.’ I lay awake, eyes fixed

on her closing eyelids. She wants me to

surrender this view, to meet in a place

where the sky is painted green and the

grass is stained blue. A place where

nothing ever makes sense, a place where

she wouldn’t ever exist. Brushing the

hair falling on her lips behind her left

ear, I kiss her collarbone and whisper,

‘my dreams aren’t capable of translating

your existence.’ Rather befriend the

night and appreciate my hallucination.

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Photographer Unknown