Hypersomnia

Sleep is my drug of

Choice

I am AdDiCtEd to it

Like a moth drawn to a

Flame

In my life

I have never loved anything as

Dearly

As sleeping at 4 a.m. in the morning

Till late afternoon

Only to be woken up by a jarring intrusion

Like some colleague’s phone call

Or mom’s scolding fits

Then I bathe, eat

Watch a film

Read a bit

But I always go back to my bed

To sleep again

To dream alone

For in those dreams I am more alive

Than in reality

What a wish to die for

To sleep forever

Never to wake up again

To dream infinitely

Over there, nothing can hurt me

It’s not as if

I’m hurting like hell here

But the grass always looks greener on the other side

I believe that’s what Lorca meant when

He wanted to sleep the “sleep of apples”

I sleep when I am angry

I sleep when I am sad

I sleep when I am hungry

I sleep when I am mad

I sleep when I am in pain

I sleep when I feel vain

I sleep when I want to escape

Wearing nothing but an orange peel on my nape

Please cruel world

Please spare me your empty sound and boiling fury

Let me sleep a little bit more

I’ll be cured

If you’d just shut up

Damned voices in my head!