Sleep.

I dreamt of a world that kept beginning and kept ending and it was so small and so vast. The people I met all had the most beautiful, complex, heartbreaking stories to tell but they were afraid so they kept what they thought of and what they spoke of separate. The only way to read all their stories was to piece them together from the words that silently radiated from their skin. And no one ever spoke of all the beginnings and all the endings.