Sleep eludes me like a bad dream. I try not to sound poetic but its like a stream.
Please do not judge me, and I don’t know why, but lack of sleep makes me high.
It catapults this state till morning come, swings back and forth like a pendulum.
In suspended animation, I stare the screen, and it stares back at me, this machine.
I type with emptiness and I don’t really know, what’s going on above and below.
Somewhere screams my conscience to sleep, in a couple of hours the alarms will beep.
Till tomorrow comes knocking at my door, how do I live through today..,snore.
Good morning people, all those who are still awake at this ungodly hour. this is a tribute to you all. also, go to sleep and save blogging for later...