It has been a while, my friend. It has been a while indeed. It has been while since I’ve had the pleasure of hanging out with you. Here we are, almost 48 hours of no sleep. I’m not sure whether I should be pleased or grieved.
Part of me is longing for my bed. Craving to find rest by staring at the inside of my eyelids. But before that, I will have another cigarette.
Oh Insomnia, you are never far. For a few months you keep your peace. But as soon as I blink my eyes: -woosh- there you are. Keeping me awake. The more I want you to go away, the longer you tend to stay. But you cannot hold me long enough. I will sleep eventually, some day.