who should we look to if all we know is burning branches?

For the first time in what seems to be forever, sleep has enveloped me in her warms embrace. For the life of me I cannot escape her alluring smile; soothing whispers. the aspect of sleep nears indescribable, to be lulled away into a world of paradise, fears, and misery every night. I hope I will not have to envy those who can sleep peacefully every night anymore, although sometimes I will miss the silence.
My mind is like the aftermath of an earthquake. Every time it turns itself over I discover new fears and worries that need to be sent on their way. There are many things I can say no to. I can deny the painfulness of those things, but there are some that I can't say no to on my own. It's no matter of how many times I tell myself I can, or how many times I'm told that all I must do is say no. There was even the suggestion that it's because I'm selfish. Maybe so, but all of these things haven't benefited me whatsoever. It's still there. It still roars.
All I know is that life is happening.