Insomnia Decided To Have A Second Helping!

Well, its almost three a.m. again. This is real good for my under-eye baggage. NOT. The ceiling fan is making me sick to my stomach, almost like I swallowed a gallon of gasoline I just payed twenty bucks for. Sounds like something that isn’t worth it.You’re correct.

I feel as if I’m not human. Like my organs shed their skin and turned into rotting pieces of metal. Chaotic, and yet somehow completely dependable. The gears, switches, knobs, and whatever you may call it, seem to be functioning fine. Except one thing, I’m not plugged in.

Running off Safeway Deli Chinese Leftovers and some Mountain Dew. But not the normal flavor. The blue kind…

My fingers act like worms, crawling around the keyboard and exerting the last of their strength to push useless and lifeless words onto the page.. er.. um.. computer screen.

I find myself consumed in this never ending, vicious cycle of pressure in my eyes, and my heart in my hands. My sleeve isn’t big enough for me to pin my heart to it. Actually, I think I might eat my heart. Its that time of the night where I’m getting oddly hungry again.