I live in a dream. Eyes opened and closed. Walking tightrope perpetually, don’t fall. The sleeping dreams have no filter. I open my eyes sometimes and wonder in bewilderment, what just happened. The line is very thin between the waking dreams and the sleeping dreams. A seem must be torn. Someday when I take my last breath, I will wake up. I don’t know whether I will ever be ready for that, or if it’s all I’ve ever wanted.