Insomnia is the epidemic no pill can quell.

{The days fade into nights and the nights bleed back into days}
Time is just a notion; sleep is a fictional bedtime story.
There is no concept of division, distance, or separation.































{Just isolation}


{I am alone once
The rest of the world is covered
In a thick cloud of
Dream,


















I am the soul floating high







Above the haze, gazing
Down upon the dormant world}

Wishing I could breathe in the same intoxicating cloud,
But I never do.


The matters of the mind that should be
Laid to rest run in circles.



{There will always be another job, another task, another deadline to meet}
Stress devours me like
A fevered disease.




{There is tomorrow's work, the uncompleted of today, and the abandoned of yesterday}

I wish I could scream.
























{But the silence is too loud}