Oh at long last we meet again insomnia. You're always there to remind of-of how little control I actually have.
My mind dances in your glory filled with gaps of euphoria and tangos with bouts of insanity.
Oh, how I love you seductive tragic appeal. The promise of more at the expenditure of tomorrows less.
I write this looking at the time 5:53 AM.
5:53 AM is the moment mental instability is reconized
Pop goes the Benadryl and slam goes my head
