When I was younger, I spent sleepless nights, thinking about the future. I used to play the same scene again and again in my head, until I fell asleep to continue dreaming. So full of joy, of hope.
Now I prefer the blurred future, the one I can not see and can not imagine. The one I can't be sad about if it never becomes true.
I don't want to have hope again. Being disappointed is tired.
And I fall asleep to dreamless restless nigh
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