: NiGHT OWL...

It has come to this;
insomnia.
Thoughts constantly enter my mind;
perhaps it's what causes me to never enter
the world of sleep, dreams, REM.
The back of my eyelids are only seen when I blink;
if blinking was considered sleeping, i'd be set.
The thought of laying down makes me cringe;
I won't be able to sleep. I will waste my time laying
down, while I could be getting things done; but
what do I have to get done?
Life.
Life is what needs to be done; not over with, just
done; lived.
But I wonder what is to do when life has been lived;
or at least I feel like I have lived a lot more then
the average person whom is my age.
But insomnia?
Never would I have thought that I would be
thinking about writing a diary of my insomniac self.
But here it goes....