Latent thoughts collaborated to keep me awake, promoting my stubborn consciousness. As unyielding was my will I was able to concede to the realm of the invisible.
The stars shone brighter for my whimsical eyes as the moon mirrored my transparency. It was as surely a confirmation that I was dead.
I was lead to such revelations only generous to the metaphysical. As so much darkness was revealed, my reservations vacated for my new, unwary perceptions.
