Insomniac thoughts •Part-1•I

•-insomniacs aren’t much of an excite-•

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we can collect our thoughts in the quiet, calm night...

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I’m an insomniac. I struggle to sleep, and even when I’m finally able to, it’s quite hard to keep. A slight breeze could wake me from my slumber.

As I write this the clock strikes 1 am, the first hour is over....

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....Not tired....

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I always look tired, I have these dark sockets under my eyes. Deep shadows that make me have a sunken, puffy look....though I have had my fair share of cries...

My eyes seem to droop...

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...but they aren’t full of hope...

Rather I have dull, deep, sorrowful eyes. Even when looking at the lights in the skies. Such a deep brown that they look black in the dark. Yet the sun illuminates such a deep, rich honey color, like the sticky syrup seeping from the trees bark...

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....I hate my eyes....

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Something about them makes me feel insecure about my very being. They give me anxiety, something that makes a struggle of breathing. Another reason for my sleep deprivation, the anxiety. The deep, deep insecurities of my life, in this twisted society...

Sometimes if it’s quiet enough, I can hear my heart. It beats hard, as I sit in the dark. Racing against time...As my thoughts slowly sinks into the dark places of my mind....

...Good Night..?

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Thank you for reading this. It’s my first time writing my thoughts out in a poetic form for 2 years now. I have to say it does help my anxiety quite a bit. As if writing about it is, in a way confronting this burden.

I drew...myself...again, I might make part 2 about how I feel considering, me. Maybe it’ll help that situation too, hopefully.

It’s late now, 3 am to be specific, I should try to get sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow and I don’t want my “night life” to mess with my functionality.

Hopefully if it’s late for you too, you go to bed just as I am.

Goodnight.