This is one of those nights where the darkness fools me in to thinking it cares about my well being. Eventually it fills my mind with equal visions of falling asleep, and that girl in first grade who stabbed me in the arm with a broken marker. Such incongruity makes it hard to believe the universe cares.
Sleep stabs and burns at the backs of my corneas like the vitreous fluid has gone emo, but upon closing, my eyes are almost equally involved in a self-pitying soliloquy. It’s fitting that I feel like I’m going insane then, eh?
I think the insomnia pointed and laughed at the sleeping pill.
The Barenaked Ladies have a great song called Who Needs Sleep, on their album Stunt. My favourite verse:
There’s so much joy in life,
so many pleasures all around
But the pleasure of insomnia
is one I’ve never found
With all life has to offer,
there’s so much to be enjoyed
But the pleasures of insomnia
are ones I can’t avoid
Lids down, I count sheep
I count heartbeats
The only thing that counts is
that I won’t sleep
I countdown, I look around
Oh, just go YouTube it. I feel incredibly churlish. It’s 0340.
A Vague & Menacing Agency 
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