Sleep?
What is it? A frivolous action. It defines our days, gives us “Satisfaction”
It sucks up our time, for what benifit? to suck it away from those we’d rather give it?
Is it selfish? an entity? Does it want to help, or to take me?
Well, Fuck it. It, I don’t care to see. I will resist it until it forces itself around me.
Until I have no choice, but to bow to it’s will, I’ll shy away, even if I become ill.