Lack of sleep is a lot like drinking.It leads you to believe you have the prerogative of having no inhibitions. And of making no sense, or all the sense in the world!
Lately I have been lost. Lost in translation... you know the feeling when people around you suddenly stop speaking your language and all you are left with is an ugly smile that you break into in the name of being polite.
Music in my room, white lights for a change, and tea boiling away in the kettle. Hiding spaces within small rooms and alarm clock ogling at my face, smirking bashfully at me. I turn, hoping that restless restfulness awaits me on the other wall that I will stare at now.
"Dying behind these tired eyes, I've been losing sleep, Please come to me, Tonight"
-Miracle, The Foo Fighters