I think you should go the fuck to sleep.

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...