To live Hell on Earth.

I crave consciousness. Thought. But also, I need a break. A lapsing into sleep. Into total lack of consciousness. Knowing it is temporary. Knowing that I will wake. Refreshed. But I wonder about my friend Julie. She tells me. That she often wakes distraught. Tired. Beleaguered.  Wishing to go to sleep again.  That must be an illness. A sickness unto death. So sad. To live Hell on Earth. --Jim Broede