🌙 Sleeping little is like living in balance between two worlds.
Too awake to dream, too tired to live truly.
The night stretches out like a silent corridor, and inside we lose count of the hours, and sometimes, of ourselves.
There are those who call it productivity, those who call it anxiety, those who call it destiny.
But every red eye in the morning tells a battle.
Perhaps we don't need to sleep less, but to be less awake to what slowly kills us.