I guess I should write a journal, huh? I want to write a poem, but my mind is far too sleepy for that right now. Why do we have to get tired so quickly, and require so much sleep? Have you any idea how much I could get done with even just one more productive hour in my day? I hate sleep. It is a waste of time unspent. Sleep is what inspires me a lot of the time though, the things we call dreams. Torturous things that meddle with our heads, horrify us, or poke at our desires and what we can't or don't have. Dream: "a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep". Not a hope for the future, or a goal; which