Blurry Lines

Am I imagining this?
My mind sleeps perpetually,
boundaries fuzzy
Memories take place in the
Present tense.

The night's occurances
change their course in a deep slumber,
to distinguish is sometimes
almost always
indistinguishable.

Living while you're awake,
Living with your eyes closed.
Vivid situations
thrive within the tired mind.

Sleepless darkness.
Restless sheets.
Groggy alertness.

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poem by Lauren Harvey
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