Death, Sleep and the Disorder Between

Please, no sleep yet. The death that awaits is unnerving. It's too close. Visions, dreams and the such are there. They haunt me ever. Especially the repeating ones. No one ever repeated something unless it was important. Sleep also leads to renewal but in a way that is most odd. In sleep we are dead, motionless, insensate. Yet we revive back into this world. But, then, the renewal, the death and reawakening is faulted and imperfect. For if the ultimate life is eternal than the ultimate renewal is something past what we know. Sleep is death in its lightest type. It is as if you stepped into an ocean only up to your knees. We are only allowed to go so far into this ocean because as long as we wake upon this earth then we are not allowed to dive into the ocean to the "sacred silence". Death is the ultimate end of sleep, it is the breaking point, the ultimate renewal. For once we die, we live forever. After we sleep in death, we will no longer have a need for it again. For in this world we never wake while in the next we never sleep.