Well the feeling of not falling to sleep, you know.
every 20 minutes or so:
naked feet against the floortiles
every second, tic tac
tic
tac, tic, tac the eternal sound of time
time will pass on
time passes on
eventually
by time
every night
every day
rain and wind against the window
creepy stairs and that fucking plumbing system
sounds of insomnia
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 17:55
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insomnia
my hand against the blanketevery 20 minutes or so:
naked feet against the floortiles
every second, tic tac
tic
tac, tic, tac the eternal sound of time
time will pass on
time passes on
eventually
by time
every night
every day
rain and wind against the window
creepy stairs and that fucking plumbing system
sounds of insomnia
Poetry by thea
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 17:55
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