sleep, oblivion, the place where the subconscious takes over, where the mind rests, the body rests, yet it remains so elusive. no, not elusive, but it sits, or lays, or lies, feared. sleep is the quiet time, when there remain no distractions, where i am left with nothing, with noone. my mind, now idle, suddenly decides now is the time to think, now is the time to churn, burn and turn, now is when understandings, realizations, questions are asked, things are pondered, adn the eyes, lids at first thought heavy, now spring open, roll back up, and stubbornly refuse to fall. and so the mind goes, and so the body does too.