As I sleep my nights away, thousands of neurons are firing off. My consciousness oscillates in and out of the slow wave, while a room of mirrors opens in my mind. One in which mirrors shape and bend my thoughts. Fragments of my waking life adapt into random alterations, and find I'm always looking for a pattern. Always searching for order and understanding in it all. Five cycles from awake to rapid eye movement sleep, but when the cycle is broken, the brain stem can be slow to catch up. I find myself unable to move any muscles during sleep, paralyzed. My sensory input amplifies and distorts my surroundings into childhood fears, while that nagging authoritative peace keeper my mind establishes itself to be, fights for freedom.
I read your posts and I like your writing style a lot. It's unique and easy to distinguish from everyone else.
The only thing I would edit is the last sentence. I feel like there should be some sort of pause around "...while that nagging authoritative peace keeper my mind establishes itself to be..." I'm not too sure how to change it but maybe "...while that nagging, authoritative, peace keeper my mind establishes itself to be fights for freedom."
Like Ryan, I always enjoy your perspective. You have a unique take on life and that comes across loud and clear in your writing. I think that your imagery is strong and it could be even stronger if you used punctuation to your advantage. It could bring clarity to your ideas.
Thanks for being Ben!
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