Jul 02, 2004 04:18
Insomnia kicks us around as if we were wounded animal's,making us beg just to be put to sleep.
Yet here we are, awake,alert, and droning to the sounds of night.
I sometime's wonder why we insist on keeping ourselve's awake, and we ask ourselve's why we arent resting, safe in our bed's?
I tell you now, that we are the insomniac's, and the night is our's, and we will do with it what we want.....
DAvis A. Stine, 4:25a.m. July 2nd, 2004