this is not insomnia this is something much worse it is the one day in a blue moon where it hurts to sleep sweat coats your skin and hair you have a lot to do but you do not seem to care a thirst that can never be quenched an inclination to walk outside but the door is locked the one breeze that brings you solace halts the friends drift away without a sound i am inevitably alone tonight i will not make it until six o'clock