4: DIGFAST: Insomnia
This is the second in my series of essays about DIGFAST.
There is no rest. For the wicked, or else anyone, I think. I do not sleep. I do not rest, I am wicked. If I were not, I would be sleeping now.
At 3 a.m.
When the world is at rest.
And I am not.
And when 8 a.m. comes, I will fall. I will fail, and I will rest for a moment. And it begins again. The thoughts will not stop, and neither will I.