insomnia wakes me from my slumber.
I wander aimlessly searching for sleep.
With only a flame to guide me
And a glass of water to soothe
I am some how supposed to retrieve my goal
Ceaseless dreams and restlessness
dog my heels, snapping like wild ghosts.
here i lie, eyes wide open, dissecting the black void.
It is here that I acquaint myself with true boredom.
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