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*12am and imagining a play on the dark ceiling 1.30am and relieved for the 5 hours before light but slumber is a deceptive guy who lingers just out of frame 3am and wondering when the sun will rise end this torture of lying awake wanting to sleep but being disturbed by slices of daytime memories haunted by the ghost of tomorrow 6am and fatigued wary of sleep that comes in loose scraps the sunshine peeks through and it's time to live out last night's tomorrow which will metamorphose into tonight's insomnia
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
I. Just. Can't. Sleep. Right.
*12am and imagining a play on the dark ceiling 1.30am and relieved for the 5 hours before light but slumber is a deceptive guy who lingers just out of frame 3am and wondering when the sun will rise end this torture of lying awake wanting to sleep but being disturbed by slices of daytime memories haunted by the ghost of tomorrow 6am and fatigued wary of sleep that comes in loose scraps the sunshine peeks through and it's time to live out last night's tomorrow which will metamorphose into tonight's insomnia
I've been having more of these nights recently, and it ***** Big time.
crystallaiz
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
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