Insomnia

For me, insomnia is like my period: I have it every month.

When I can’t sleep:

I think.

I sing.

I imagine.

I fear.

I cry.

I breathe.

I write.

I walk.

I count.

I wait… wait… wait…

Until the sun comes out,

and there’s no reason to try.

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