[ WP ] `` It 's not that I ca n't sleep . I just ca n't dream anymore . ''

`` Come on Geoff, I just want to talk to you.'' 
 
 The cool wind blew past the two, standing barely three feet apart. Geoff's eyes were sunken and his sullen expression showed a sort of pain like that of a person who had seen the world end three times over. The woman speaking to him looked to be at the edge of tears, like something had been torn from her. `` I know you have n't slept for weeks now, but I need you to go lay down. You just have n't been yourself recently.'' Geoff rolled his neck, creating an audible cracking noise with each degree it turned. `` I do n't want to lay down-'' Geoff started but was quickly cut off. 
 
 `` You have been tearing us apart! You're always up here all evening, staring into the horizon, and never come to bed with me. Are you on drugs?'' 
 
 Geoff's glance turned. 
 
 `` You have to be on drugs, Geoff. You never sleep, I do n't even know what you do all day, and you've just been acting weird.'' 
 
 `` Inoperable.'' Geoff uttered, clearly stirring curiosity, `` I went to the doctor's about 4 weeks ago and explained my problem to the doctor. I told him that the world had become colorless to me, music seemed like it lacked soul, and like my actions were becoming autonomous.'' He cleared his throat. `` A few days later I went in for a scan and they found that I had a tumor on my pineal gland and it managed to root itself so deep that it would be undoubtedly fatal if they decided to operate.'' He turned again to face the horizon and repeated to himself `` Inoperable.'' 
 
 `` So is this fatal?'' The woman inquired with the tone of a funeral speaker. 
 
 `` Not at all, it's just affecting the way I live my life. I feel no desire to go out anymore, no desire to see the world, no desire to see friends, and no desire to go to bed.'' 
 
 `` So it stops you from being able to fall asleep?'' 
 
 `` When you met me, I painted for hours on end. Such abstract landscapes and characters. They were never based off of reality. They were only based off of things I saw when I was asleep. I would wake up and paint whatever I saw when I was whisked away to that colorful land, a place where something new was always right around the corner. Now I'm stuck in the darkness of reality, never to return to that place where all my inspiration arose from. I wish I could go back.'' A pause, `` It's not that I ca n't sleep. I just ca n't dream anymore.'' 
 
 The words slipped off of his tongue and he cast himself from the twelve story apartment building.
