Posted: January 25, 2011 in alone, clarity, confusion, insomnia, lonliness, me

sleeping to dream is the long lost art of my existence

i long for the inactivity of sleep daily

sleep comes with  tumult and violence

i am weary and in need of change

indecisive in which may be less evil

i stay faithful to my insomnias kiss

a night owl or an insomniac or in denial

another day of poor sleeping choices wins

my eye lids long for the weight of my thoughts oblivious gravity defiance



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