"I Fear Nothing But interruption, and That Came Too Soon"
(Jane Eyre)
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insomnia I know this is fact or lights or anxiety or existential questions without obvious answers. My insomnia only mine that tonight seems to be the day it is waiting and memories and pictures, chalk color is what I want to rebuild so as not to lose like smoke or wind, but mostly it's what I want summon to hear me and come back. Do not want to close my eyes because I want to be wide awake to be the first one you see when you find your way back. Is air. Air is transparent but dense I feel in the silence of my room as soon as sensed in the depths of my bed, I conclude that I am the I have inside because I only exhale and only I'll take it. My favorite so far insomnia take your name if you hide it and take my fears but he denies. Grows daily. As I write, but have forgotten how it was done-colored butterflies enter the monitor clogging the quiet calm of one who awaits something that is nothing but changing it is and my heart rate while causing a furious wave of desire to see you. My challenge to the butterflies stop sign but want to stay. The sounds are silent but the wave grows.
This insomnia is different from yesterday because it is clearer and stronger, I bet that over the sleepless nights it will be more and more. And if you always thought that I was inconsistent today I affirm that my relentless quest to stop time becomes a meaningless while defoliation timing and discounting transit days, crossing many gaps to get closer to the number with meaning. Living upside down or negative. I confess that I do not understand this, but my insomnia speaks to me and tells me I wait.
A friend said the vigil took the form of who lived in their dreams, I just want to come back to this world of mine seriously. So long fed my love dreams that I have now afraid to be his ally, you're one of them. So my transgression, my no-sleep and disclosure imposed suddenly and without remedy this is a manifesto against the unreality: I want to forward to the moment you see and lets kiss us, and help me break the touch and look around As between us.
My insomnia is languishing but not extinguished, as fire is still alive. Sooner or will not stay asleep, and will continue unknown to this haze in hopes of one day less breath to your breath. I always knew that goodbyes were not mine but ours was the nicest I had, I do want more reunion. And if it is true that as Siri said love requires a certain separation respectful to perpetuate, ours is a statement of principles. I just hope you're right ...
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Note1: Thanks for being my friend will live and help to without knowing it.
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