sleep? what is it?
its been three years since i slept, the way we were supposed to sleep.
the streets were walked by us.
We never thought it was insomnia.We never knew that word.
Before insomnia:
it was all nice. I think it was all nice.
because it no more seems like it.
it should have been nicer.
no?
after insomnia:
there’s no punctuation in between days and nights,
laziness and hard work, for everything is either dark and intense,
or/and hard and on the edge.
you’ve got no choices.
its like a rolling stone song.
And we don’t despise this condition.
because we know the truth:
the truth of insomnia, and
insomnia of truth.
We exist as dreams exist.
We speak from the darker world of unconscious.
We address every individual as we.
We are the sleep you slept.
We balance the world’s sleep.
We are insomniacs.
