Life is pain mitigated only by choice of perceptive context,
Our ability to sleep is the eye of its perpetual storm;
Insomnia is life closing that eye to get some sleep of its own -
Regenerating its will to carry on, even as its momentum continues to pulverize:
A perfect system.
Suddenly I understand the necessity of inevitable death,
And while I look forward to experiencing it someday,
Right now I just want to fucking sleep.
I'm not dead yet, and I need a break.
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