Insomnia 03/15/2009 07:59 a.m.
it's 2:13 am in hell and I'm hanging on to a distant dream the likely hood forgoten in a flash of a tear speckled notebook. why does the mind race like the lackluster zombie on speed? I am currently Exhausted
I love zombies. I rarely sleep. My mind twirls and twists and I feel like a $#%@ing crazed person. But it makes for interesting internal conversation when awake and unusual poetry, sometimes. Some of us were born to be our best at odd times.
