I'm having a weird day. Edgar Allen Poe has come back to haunt me. His poems keep re-appearing in my head. His damned dementia may be wearing off on me. I believe Poe once even said " I became insane with long horrible bouts of sanity."
Maybe it is because we share a birthday. January 19th.
In a way, I understand the guy. My world is fun. Awesome even. However, I enjoy my dreams even more. WAY MORE. I hate having to go to sleep to dream. I know I can daydream. But daydreams are not as vivid or last as long. And when I wake up I'm like: "Damnit, gotta get up." Somedays I wish I could just sleep so I could dream. My dreams are awesome. But, i