At dawn all doors are open.
I've got a feeling, that when you don't sleep all night, you got into another reality. Completely different. When you walk on empty streets, that are only starting to warm up by a cold light of morning, you see how they are filling by the people, who just get off their beds to their jobs and to-do stuff. They are waking up on the walk, trying to put themselves together, caffeine their consciousness. For them yesterday stayed behind. And today is another day. Different day. But for you yesterday didn't end, it's continuing. And you're like an outsider, watching them from a far. See them through, as if you know everything about them. Have knowledge that others around you do not possess. Knowledge of what happened at night while everyone were sleeping.
Like a character from a second season of a TV show somehow got into a first season with a knowledge of everything about everyone and where all plot twists will happen, but none from the first season knows you. You're not from here.
When you approach them, for you they like shadows from the past. They tell you about something that took place in the previous day. And for them, there is a segment between yesterday and today. Night. Darkness ______________________________________ Off / On. But for you that was a few hours ago. You do not have this separation in your head. Everything is whole. It turns out that without this separation you are separated from them. Between you and them the chasm length of dream. And to cut off the distance you need to sleep.
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