I want to forget

Sometimes it would be so much easier to forget...

You ever wake up and not want to get out of bed? Not because you want to sleep, but because you want to forget? Because the realm of slumber is such a sweet escape of all reality? Because it is so intoxicating that it pulls you in like an addiction. As if there's a dark little angel hovering over your shoulder making it sound, and taste, and look, and feel so alluring. Like a drug. But something like the faintest sound of logic from the back of your mind tugs at you, pokes you, and prods you with its sharp and poisonous finger ripping you out of your slumber, of your escape, of your bliss, and its venom wakes you. It burns through your veins until you can’t lie there any longer and reality comes flooding in and crashes against you until you’re drowning in it. And your logic tells you this is okay, this is what you need to do. You need to face reality, you need to face life, you can’t hide away and pretend it will move on. Time will, but you will stagnate and mold until there is nothing left but the green slime of lethargy that clings to your skin, to your bones, to your mind. But I will always get a taste of slumber when the night comes. I cannot deny my body completely. And then, when the dark little angel lolls me to sleep and I can feel the prick and the drug pulsing through my veins, drawing me under into sweet bliss I have one thing to look forward to; I will forget, momentarily though it maybe, I will forget.