when i close my eyes, it’s not pitch black.
i see a world in front of me—one that i wish i belong in—with stars painted on its skies and a moon so bright and a warmth that fills my being.
i wish to sleep when i close my eyes,
so i can dream to be a part of such a world where my eyes glisten as i look up at the moonlit sky.
i wish to sleep so i can dream—
because at least in a dream, i belong intrinsically.
but instead i keep my eyes closed and continue to fantasize a world sitting in front of me that’s nothing more than a mere image of a nonexistent reality.