I’m thought leaping. Draining myself mentally in order to sleep while worries and dreams of the future seep. It is better to do this than weep. I die a million deaths without making a solitary peep. I’m thought leaping. One cobweb of self indulgence to the other. I’m self absorbed and influenced by squalor, don’t believe me? ask my mother. thought leaping lets me be who I want to be. it allows me to sleep freely and dream of what I would want to see. that’s all I want ultimately, to sleep and dream of what I want to see.