Last nite, I had trouble sleeping. In my dream, I saw this frail african boy with an amputated arm, mocking at me. He had a placard in hand that said - YOU THINK YOU HAVE FREEDOM.

Sleep still eludes me. I dont want to see him again. Im content with my self-righteous world and the ignorance that I present myself upfront with, to relieve myself of worrying about the world around me, or that which affects me, one way or the other.

Leave me alone boy. I dont want the eternal awakening. I am lucky I am not you. And I dont want to go into,
"what if i was?"..