sleep is escape from this interruption

i woke up a few hours ago, and stayed in bed daydreaming for some time then got up

the exact moment i woke up 

i wanted to return to sleep, i daydreamed in a clinging attempt to continue running away from reality, still i had to face being alive again. worry the same things, think the same things, feel the same things. im still procrastinating all those projects and work to do.

i dont know how many times ive been here

like existence, sleep is a interruption from existence that always seems to be unforgivingly stripped from you, being waking up.

like sleeping, existence is a interruption from the state of non existence, that being maybe before birth or after death, where sleeping is a brief taste of that non existence painted in the form as a biological process.

existence is only a interruption. a trivial period of unasked consciousness.

sleep is returning to that bliss of non existence. escaping this terrible interruption.

i dream of death so i sleep

death is escape from this interruption

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when i revoke myself of sleep that i do very often, is that yet another act of intentional self sabotage?