Insomnaic

2:39am

Still not a bit tired yet.

They say an average person should get six to eight hourse of sleep.

Well if I suppose I am not average since I am still awake.
I cannot sleep.

Not here.

Not now.

What is wrong with me?

I only sleep with people I love and so that is why I would suffer from insomnia today-- Tonight, I don't even know anymore.

2:42am

Still not tired.

Even though my eyes beg me to let them close.

Maybe I don't want to.

Maybe I'm afraid to.

what does the insomniac think about while she lies awake in her bed staring at a candle in a dark room what does she think about when she is awake to the rooster's calls to the sunlight of the new day and then she doesn't get out of bed until noon she is a creature of the night and will not fall into the dark she is alive at night and sleeps better in the light when people are awake to protect her from the nightmares that scar her dreams and her closed eyes

Sleep?

ha! I don't need sleep.

I am perfectly fine.

I am crazy.

I am mad.

I am erractic

Sleeping alone again without you. . .

I am insomnatic.

What is this poetic babble that rants from my lips? I'm not even making any sense tonight, or tomorrow maybe. Is it today, tonight, tomorrow? Tomorrow never comes, it is always today or tonight. Today will be yesterday and tomorrow is today. The day after tomorrow is tomorrow and yesterday is the day before yesterday now. Confusion fills my veins as I ramble onward about nothing and no one can stop me.

This poem is not meant for others' eyes.

Because it is useless babble of me rambling about how I can't or more likely won't sleep.

Because I feel scared and alone.

Because I don't want to sleep.

And so I stay awake writing random things down.

2:50am

Still not tired.

Eyes getting heavy.

Not time to sleep.

Must. . .

. . .stay. . .

. . .awake. . .