Sleep


Countless nights of no sleep.
Eyes closed indefinitely but the mind a constant spinning spool.
Living your next couple hours, days, weeks in that very moment
While you lay very much awake.
Awake.

Still.

Sleep is none.
Though the day is dark and around is quiet
You feel the blessed unrest that occurs inside and occupies the mind
As if these possibly real moments of life are happening now
And only now.

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