My meandering thoughts will not allow me to rest, no sleep for the wicked they say...and certainly no sleep for me.
These days of mine just keep passing, I wake, shower, dress, make my lunch, and go to my business management class. I fill my brain with knowledge and I leave. I go and eat supper. I go hangout with friends and smoke pot. This is my life, day in, day out.
Being an Insomniac is an interesting thing. You're not awake, You're not asleep, your not really you, yet you are...it's hard to explain unless you yourself are expierencing it. I catch myself staring off into space alot, just listening to whats being said instead of watching it be said. I find that I pick up much more about a person this way.
Next time you find yourself alone at night, walk around your house/appt/condo/whateverthefuckyouhave.
Turn all the lights off, the T.V. off the Computer off....leave the fridge plugged in, you'll need it later. Now once your place is dark stand in a room, any room you want. and just shut up. Be silent. If you listen long and hard enough you'll be able to hear that hum that is us, that which makes us tick.
And tick we do, tick goes the clock, it's hand moving once again. Always too fast. They say that you'll be dead alot longer then your alive...I tend to agree