the tiny, insignificant moment in time was when i saw my brother resting his eyes on the bus ride home.
CONCLUSION:
my dreams lack depth.
yet, come to think of it, what is a dream..it has been far too long.
endless sleep is what i am thriving for.
maybe all i need is someone to hold and keep me safe from such things as night terrors.
in the end, i blame him, and the uncontrollable scratching of bat wings at my window.
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