No, you make sense.

I write when I'm asleep.
I sleep while I write.
When I write, I'm so awake.
The most vivid dream I've had was the dimmest.
I always dream of what I want.
I have everything I've never dreamed of.
I never will.

My whole life, I've had my eyes open.
I can't not watch.
It's compulsive, obsessive, but ever so orderly.
There's a way out, but my eyes don't want it.
I've been fighting sight forever, but it's still been perfect to me.
That happens too much.
I need to stop seeing.

Scratch.
I keep trying to remove what bothers.
It subsides.
The good friends always tend to relieve the itch.
You're funny when you're scared.
It's disgusting.
Though it's really not.