I often go sleepless, I can go on for days… Thats how my mind is, when it wants to think; there’s nothing to stop it. 
I often wish to leave this place, go to a world where dreams become reality… Thats where I belong; because I wasn’t designed to blend in with the real world.
I often find happiness in dreams, because it is where true world peace is found and everyone I know has everything they could ever want and everything they will ever need.

Sometimes I wish that I were a more simple person, the kind that had no extraordinary questions to ask, 
No extraordinary thoughts, and no extraordinary beliefs.
I sometimes wonder why I ask the questions I do… But that being an extraordinarily hard question, I have yet to find the answer.
Sleep seems to be the bridge between life, and how life should be.
At this very moment I am stuck in reality, unable to doze off into the world I can truly call home,
In this world I would probably be doing nothing
I would probably lie back in an adirondack chair and watch the sun slowly fall into an endless horizon of brightly lit water on a calm summer night. Or maybe I would lie on top of a lush green hill in the middle of a field gazing meticulously at a carefully painted night sky with thousands of stars spilled throughout.
I might even relax in a hand woven hammock beneath a flowing willow tree that quietly dips its hairy leaves in the crystal clear, slowly moving stream below, the pine scented air filling my nostrils with a heavenly aroma that seems to make the birds sing my name.
Or quite possibly my most favorite dream, I stand on a beach gazing endlessly into the eyes of the woman I love, her eyes piercing into my mind and bringing up the strongest feelings I could possibly feel, and viewing the expression of true happiness on her face, and realizing that we are soul-mates and will be together for all of our days drinking happiness from a golden cup.
I honestly wish I could say any of this were real.
But if it were there would be no unhappiness and then there would be no need to dream.
I also find it funny that when I close my eyes and imagine I am in a place where anything is possible, that I simply find creative ways of relaxing and doing nothing. I don’t often drive expensive cars, bathe in swimming pools filled with money or attempt to fly.
I always thought it made sense to me that if I could have anything it would be something more material than some true relaxation. But it seems to me that two things have been proven true here, 1. Money cant buy happiness, and 2 .nothing is impossible, in todays world, the hardest thing to find it seems, is a little time to enjoy the simple things that we otherwise take for granted.

Now that I have cleared my mind and slowed my thoughts, I think I will go home now