Insomnia.

Insomnia.

Insomnia.

Why must I sleep? is it a necessity for life? It seems rather ironic if it is, for what is sleep if nothing more than a temporary death? a deadly undertaking, a chance, for every time we close our eyes and slip into that nothingness we risk never coming back, we temporarily surrender our souls to a greater power and simply hope we live to see the beautiful light of day again.

oh how i dread sleep. off to bed i go, wish me luck.