At the end of the night

I don’t like the idea of sleep. I once dreamt of nothing but static, there’s nothing more annoying than static, and there it was in my dreams. On a different night, I dreamt that i was reading a very boring book. I don’t remember what the story was about, I just remember thinking “oh god, this is so boring, i should stop,” but I didn’t. I couldn't.

I'm going away for a little bit. When I can, I promise I will write to keep you all updated. Hopefully my journey and travels won't be as boring as the book in my dream.

I love you.