dreams

i used to enjoy sleeping. it was a very tangible way in which i would escape the troubles of the world. i can acknowledge that problems do not disappear with sleep, rather, they must be dealt with. however, it was something i looked forward to. i especially looked forward to the occasional zombie dream. all that to be said, i have been approaching sleep with a somewhat hopeless attitude. it saddens me that i will awake in 6 hours. maybe sadden is not the best word to use. perhaps 'frustrates' is a better word. i know in a matter of hours i will be awake again, and my troubles will once again embrace me.

there is hope, and i know this.

p.s. i want to live in a cabin for a year or so with no electricity. i want to leave everyone wondering what i am doing. that may be a little bit selfish... eh, i am alright with that.