Is this a place where I can fly?
Is this the land of peaceful sleep and wholesome rest?
Is this the sand of timelessness and the unpolluted?
Is this the mirror where I look in and become a different person each time?
Or is this a place where I am always grounded?
Is this the land of sleeplessness and fragmented rest?
Is this the sand of running clocks and the polluted?
Is this the mirror where I look in and seem the same day after day?
I can no longer tell when I am just dreaming or awake.
The two worlds seem to merge every night after eyes close and the heart quietens. My body obeys what I dream and I awake every hour or so to look around the room: messy unpacked bags from the big move, my unmoved schoolbag and a brother sound asleep above.
Just to convince myself that I am safe.
I am here.
It has been tiresome nights and I am no longer a believer of deserving rest. All I feel is betrayal of the mind and body as my heart gets sore and weak.
And the part that scares me the most is that I do not have the answer to what is happening to me.
Tiredness or just going a bit mad?