'Sleeplessness' by Ivan Milev, 1920.
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'Sleeplessness' by Ivan Milev, 1920.
I read and get sleepy. Then I put my book down and close my eyes, but my mind wakes me up.
Has anyone figured out a good solution to this?
Placing a kiss on your forehead,
gently running my hand through your hair;
Sleep well my love,
I will be here when you wake up,
you don't have to be afraid.
if i were god i'd put an end to this but i'm not and i'm upset and disappointed and i can't hold on to hopes anymore and i wish i were wrong and that it's going to get better but it won't.
it hasn't yet,
and perhaps it never will.
Ink of a lost night
flowing past the realm of sleep
passing ticking hands
making its way into lines
daylight could never produce.
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D W Eldred
My body really doesn’t seem to realise that I only got like 3 hours sleep last night. It basically completely forgot about the tiredness (I don’t drink coffee and even if I did I wouldn’t have given myself time for it today. I’m half convinced if I didn’t try to stay up to get work done I would’ve had my first ever insomnia episode because of how awake I’ve been today), it forgot about the weird empty tummy feeling I get when I stay up late until I had my lunch and it pretty much only just remembered I should have a headache from staying up so late and then gave up immediately anyway (this is after a nap as well)
During the night he was awakened several times by sounds not quite identified on the edge of his sleeping mind. During these periods of wakefulness he looked about him and in the total darkness could not perceive the walls, the limits of his room; and he had the sensation that he was blind, suspended in nowhere, unmoving. - Butcher's Crossing, John Williams