three days now without sleep. give or take. neurotic fugue. antic anticipation of one more second, one more minute with my eyes closed but then opened wide. hysterical insomnia. wide awake dreams fading into vapid dislocation and then back again. waiting for something, unnameable. indescribable. posting on internet message boards, scribbling in a thousand tattered spirals. trying to work out the chain of logic, the explanations of a thousand tattered memories, that keep me awake.
Reason for writing:
allmost three days now. sleep deprivation.
Birth sign: Taurus
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