my insecurities secure me.

sleep evades into the dawn.

perhaps it was a dream that I was living,
even for a short while.

back when I never wanted to sleep.

sleep would of been to let the moment go.

a thing I never wanted to happen,
but here I lie awake.

drifting evermore into the abstract.

maybe the insomnia is a prison.

or perhaps my disillusions are my
only company.