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Jaws cracking eyes watering inhaling so deep heavy eyelids and a drooping head don't fall asleep sleep is fickle, get it where you can and if you don't have insomnia BE GLAD. There are few things worse than lying awake, clock blinking, glowing in your eyes. Your watch beeps, a bell chimes 3:00 in the morning again. You're so awake you wanna go out but you can't. It's too late. early? dark. The cracks in your ceiling are so fascinating. The cat at your side is warm. purring. orange. It should be soothing should put you to sleep. But it won't. Never does. How long can you go without sleep before you go mad as a hatter? Down, down, down the rabbit hole of dreams... snapped away from the brink. Damnable sirens! Damnable insomnia... Sun's rising. What now? Get up. Get dressed. You've a life to live. Foundation covers the circles under your eyes. Tea or coffee keeps you running. Insomnia keeps you awake. Always has. Always will.
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Insomnia
Jaws cracking eyes watering inhaling so deep heavy eyelids and a drooping head don't fall asleep sleep is fickle, get it where you can and if you don't have insomnia BE GLAD. There are few things worse than lying awake, clock blinking, glowing in your eyes. Your watch beeps, a bell chimes 3:00 in the morning again. You're so awake you wanna go out but you can't. It's too late. early? dark. The cracks in your ceiling are so fascinating. The cat at your side is warm. purring. orange. It should be soothing should put you to sleep. But it won't. Never does. How long can you go without sleep before you go mad as a hatter? Down, down, down the rabbit hole of dreams... snapped away from the brink. Damnable sirens! Damnable insomnia... Sun's rising. What now? Get up. Get dressed. You've a life to live. Foundation covers the circles under your eyes. Tea or coffee keeps you running. Insomnia keeps you awake. Always has. Always will.
Written at school when I should have been taking notes on the Depression. All punctuation and capitalization errors are intentional.
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
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