But sometimes I want to believe. The closest I come to is using it as a sleeping pill. I imagine a crescent moon and lying in it's curve covered with a feather quilt with stars twinkling all around. A guardian angle sending me light and blessings and I swear within five minutes of visualising this pretty cliche scenario peace descends upon me and I fall asleep. Do I believe in angels? I'm not sure. Do I want to? SO much. SO much.