IT DOES not matter. For every time the lights go out, they will go on again. Whether it is after having just opened my eyes or just about to close them, it will still be the same thing I will be seeing, the same memories playing in my mind, like moments from videos turned to GIFs.
The sun sets; the sun rises. When you are lying in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room as the yellow star centering this universe paint your world orange, does it really matter which is which? To close your eyes or to open them? To stay still or get up? To pick up from where you left off sleeping or start a new activity entirely?
When falling and flying feels the same, dusk or dawn—when there is nothing you are looking forward to anymore—do you think these things will still really matter? F MARIA ANTOINETTE A. MALICSE