Exhibit A:
If you don't ever fall asleep does the day ever change? If the day never changes how are you suppose to change your way? When you awake you forget you are new, reborn to do as all others have come and known to do. Without sleep you learn that age should be counted in sleep and not in days, because for a moment I was the oldest person alive. Consecutively, four days. What’s the longest you've ever lived? Exiled, but never alone. Home is where your mind is and they were all there. But the thing that was lost, was holding the strings and my body unraveled to my frame. I wanted to take the strings and make a dreamcatcher, but you have to sleep to dream and ghosts were more visible than I felt. The clay spoke to the maker and apologized for losing its composure. To the tears of the maker saying this is what I built you for, I love you. But this movie played a thousand times and I still can't remember their lines or mine. Reality isn't right when your brain wages war on you through the night.

Exhibit B:
Dream of her. Dusty buildings in breaking city. Dust dancing as armored tank rolls through. Joy on faces of few people encountered. She looks back with a grin. Leads you off the road and through a doorway. Dream of her. Up creaking stairs. Sun shines white through windows. Dust dances slow like ghost in illumination. She passes through with grace. Sounds of the street falling away. Footsteps reverberate slightly. Dream of her. Long narrow room. Rows of beds like a barracks. She sits on the second to last on your right. Sits lazily and peacefully, feet bouncing. You reach out hand. Black. Awake. Confused. I remember her face. I remember a face. I remember there being a face. I remember something about there being a face. I remember nothing. Non-existent memory has passed on to wherever it passes on to. No map to it.