The Vague Waits for Me

The medication had unlocked something in me, the ability to see. The relief of being nothing was overwhelming and horrifying in it. I'll die and i don't care. That's the price i paid for getting rid of my nightmares. Where i once avoided sleep, i now sought it out. An elusive gift i'd forsaken. And this waking nightmare, was it death? Was i seeing the other side?"