I lie awake at night thinking about all the things I should have said, should have done, shouldn’t have said, shouldn’t have done…the colossal emotional hurricane of damage that I leave behind, and how many times I have messed up other people.
this is my current state, scared of everything but convinced its nothing . battling strength and constant fear of the unknown when my eyes close. when they do i dream of him and thats the most frustrating part
I tossed and turned, trying to forge the shadows into some kind of recognizable figure, to bring meaning to the unending, unparalleled darkness of my room. It reflected the inner mechanisms of my mind, the darkness within myself, the gears which kept churning and twisting in my convoluted mind.
a night spent in agony. your mind is alert and tense, coils of dreams swirling around you but never joining you in the holy matrimony of sleep. it’s just you and your thoughts, alone with your insomnia until the darkness ends. but the darkness takes its time leaving, and your longing for the light to appear seems less and less likely until you are hopeless. this is what a sleepless night does to you.
insomnia is the act of not being able to sleep thus being sleepless because you can’t sleep which is kind of the whole point I mean what the butterfly do you want from me, seriously, like I mean I have nothing to say about this dammit what am I supposed to do other then VADER STORM TROOPER HAN
She couldn’t sleep. She paced the darkened rooms and halls of the house. She finds herself in the bathroom, flips on the light. She looks into the mirror and sees nothing. She stumbles outside, falls asleep on the ground.
As I stare at the ceiling with all the memories, I felt so much peace and love. When my eyes hurt a little at that moment, I shut them for a second to realize I have been sleepless for three days.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Again. A soft sigh escaped him. He had thought—hoped—that tonight would be different. That this new medicine would be the one that would finally help. But nothing could erase the memories that kept him awake.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Again. A soft sigh escaped him. He had thought—hoped—that tonight would be different. But nothing could erase the memories that kept him awake.
I be so sleepless
and im always restless
maybe its cuz i stay hungry
and you think im always angry
but often i get happy and relaxed
and im not thinking of the hardships of the past
they hold me strong up like a mast
the principles of my past
I aint distrassed
Although I often fast
I sleep well
I knock out at the bell
My dreams would be so swell
and i wake up, mind so fresh like a new dell
link up my tv
just so i can be
the couch potato me
and i guess yes im free
to not do what i need
but i pull out all the bullshit
as i try not to spit
on other people’s shit
but im climbing up out a pit
this is what i need
not what i want
you can stay there and taunt
but ill be here and ill flaunt
i sleep so well
She was now taking upwards of sixteen sleeping pills a night, and all to avoid sex. Was there something wrong with him? No, she said she loved him, she said she couldn’t live without him, but if he could only have sex if it took all night, she couldn’t take care of the kids, couldn’t keep a job, and couldn’t honor her many assignations with her other lover.
True or False: The facts above are a third world problem.
She considered herself lucky. She could still remember the sixth months of night terror she had endured…two years ago now. Sometimes they would be about her dead grandfather, sometimes they were to remind her of the mistakes she’d made over the course of the semester. Sometimes she woke up screaming.
All those long, sleepless nights were coming back to haunt him. Luke tried to play it cool, but his mouth forced its way open into a wide, loud yawn. It drew attention from most of the crowd around him, including – to his great misfortune – his boss.
she tossed and turned
no where to go but side to side
and yet
everytime she moved her brain whirred
a million miles a minute
distance over time
and yet in place
eyes Up to the celing
seems so far away
Where am i? What am i doing? What will i do?
930ish1102then 2 on the dot. not a song from xm a rerun from any channel. the same things I been thinkin. its just what it is. waiting for 6 orso. the sun yeah the sunand birds …that was about 5…. yeah
When you mind and body are truly ready for sleep they will sleep. Do not chase after something that can only come from within. Every minute of sleep you are not getting is a minute of your time and energy you hoarded needlessly. If you are not tired then you are not working hard enough and if you cannot sleep then you are not meant to sleep.
He had been awake for longer than two days now, he was pretty sure. What was the track of keeping time when he kept losing it? Antemh slumped against the cold bus window, staring outside at the bleak gray sky above the city horizon. Clouds gathered in the sky, hiding the sun away from the world. He wasn’t typically one to wax poetic. It must have been his lack of sleep.
tired not being able to rest busy mind.
frustrating when you can’t sleep…counting down the hours of sleep that you will get.
why is this happening? Lavender can help. I don’t like hot milk so that’s wasted on me. What else could I be doing?
When I went to bed I thought I was tired, but I was actually very sleepless. I tossed and turned all night, trying to think of a way to fall a sleep. I just couldn’t, it was almost like I already fell asleep. But then I finally fell a sleep and woke up in the morning feeling very tired.
Every night i think about the weight of my wrongs. Well, maybe i’m being just a little bit too pessimistic, but i swear…. Bad luck’s always watching out for me to give me my daily fill. It’s probably not just about luck though. Oh well, nothing is ever gonna change anyway.
I just tend to focus a lot about the bad things about my life. I reflect a lot on them every moment i get, but trying to sleep is when they all start swarming me and i REALLY feel it. The weight. Mistakes i’ve done. Attempts i’ve failed. I feel bad. I feel sleepless.
How long can you be sleepless before the dreams you were supposed to have become real? I’ve heard it’s possible – your brain readjusts to the dry wasteland of being awake, and so the hallucinations start while your eyes are still open. You see colors you didn’t believe existed before, dipped in everything from infrared to ultraviolet. The textures are different, too – winter has gotten warmer, and the pins and needles in your feet create cushions.
How could this happen? The question ran around her brain as if it was a stadium. No end in sight, must be a marathon run only in the stadium. She was tired, so tired, but this question did not rest, nor did it let her rest. She wanted an answer.
Another night, tossing turning, eyes burning.
Walls damp with darkness, and silence so loud.
When the sun rises, only coffee can save me, maybe help my eyes to stop aching.
It was obvious to any one he passed on the cobbled streets. Nevertheless, he took a little more effort to grab for his shades that would mask the rings stinging of utter procrastination, body’s contempt, a shadow ridge raging forth. He knew, they wouldn’t deflate anytime soon. The moon did not appear that night in midst of a lightless sky.
I lie awake at night thinking about all the things I should have said, should have done, shouldn’t have said, shouldn’t have done…the colossal emotional hurricane of damage that I leave behind, and how many times I have messed up other people.
this is my current state, scared of everything but convinced its nothing . battling strength and constant fear of the unknown when my eyes close. when they do i dream of him and thats the most frustrating part
I tossed and turned, trying to forge the shadows into some kind of recognizable figure, to bring meaning to the unending, unparalleled darkness of my room. It reflected the inner mechanisms of my mind, the darkness within myself, the gears which kept churning and twisting in my convoluted mind.
a night spent in agony. your mind is alert and tense, coils of dreams swirling around you but never joining you in the holy matrimony of sleep. it’s just you and your thoughts, alone with your insomnia until the darkness ends. but the darkness takes its time leaving, and your longing for the light to appear seems less and less likely until you are hopeless. this is what a sleepless night does to you.
insomnia is the act of not being able to sleep thus being sleepless because you can’t sleep which is kind of the whole point I mean what the butterfly do you want from me, seriously, like I mean I have nothing to say about this dammit what am I supposed to do other then VADER STORM TROOPER HAN
She couldn’t sleep. She paced the darkened rooms and halls of the house. She finds herself in the bathroom, flips on the light. She looks into the mirror and sees nothing. She stumbles outside, falls asleep on the ground.
As I stare at the ceiling with all the memories, I felt so much peace and love. When my eyes hurt a little at that moment, I shut them for a second to realize I have been sleepless for three days.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Again. A soft sigh escaped him. He had thought—hoped—that tonight would be different. That this new medicine would be the one that would finally help. But nothing could erase the memories that kept him awake.
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Again. A soft sigh escaped him. He had thought—hoped—that tonight would be different. But nothing could erase the memories that kept him awake.
Many a nights in my old room were spent sleepless. Therefore, I shifted my bedroom and my mindset for the better.
Seattle eyes, pouring daydreams
into the untouched coffee in a café
where anxieties touch like connect-the-dots
on children’s menus.
Stir once. Twice.
What is this?
– It’s called life.
Is this all there is?
Stir once. Twice. Three times.
Can you do it wrong?
Why does it not feel like mine?
– It’s what you make it.
– Or so I’ve heard.
I’m sewing mismatching tiles into a quilt.
What the heck am I doing?
The moon sweeps the dust out of her craters
while the coffee steam billows into organic lines.
Maybe I should try my hand at housekeeping.
I be so sleepless
and im always restless
maybe its cuz i stay hungry
and you think im always angry
but often i get happy and relaxed
and im not thinking of the hardships of the past
they hold me strong up like a mast
the principles of my past
I aint distrassed
Although I often fast
I sleep well
I knock out at the bell
My dreams would be so swell
and i wake up, mind so fresh like a new dell
link up my tv
just so i can be
the couch potato me
and i guess yes im free
to not do what i need
but i pull out all the bullshit
as i try not to spit
on other people’s shit
but im climbing up out a pit
this is what i need
not what i want
you can stay there and taunt
but ill be here and ill flaunt
i sleep so well
She was now taking upwards of sixteen sleeping pills a night, and all to avoid sex. Was there something wrong with him? No, she said she loved him, she said she couldn’t live without him, but if he could only have sex if it took all night, she couldn’t take care of the kids, couldn’t keep a job, and couldn’t honor her many assignations with her other lover.
True or False: The facts above are a third world problem.
She considered herself lucky. She could still remember the sixth months of night terror she had endured…two years ago now. Sometimes they would be about her dead grandfather, sometimes they were to remind her of the mistakes she’d made over the course of the semester. Sometimes she woke up screaming.
All those long, sleepless nights were coming back to haunt him. Luke tried to play it cool, but his mouth forced its way open into a wide, loud yawn. It drew attention from most of the crowd around him, including – to his great misfortune – his boss.
she tossed and turned
no where to go but side to side
and yet
everytime she moved her brain whirred
a million miles a minute
distance over time
and yet in place
eyes Up to the celing
seems so far away
Where am i? What am i doing? What will i do?
when you are sleepless your day is miserable I never like to feel sleepless it is hard for you to do stuff and I feel like I don’t have any energy.,
930ish1102then 2 on the dot. not a song from xm a rerun from any channel. the same things I been thinkin. its just what it is. waiting for 6 orso. the sun yeah the sunand birds …that was about 5…. yeah
When you mind and body are truly ready for sleep they will sleep. Do not chase after something that can only come from within. Every minute of sleep you are not getting is a minute of your time and energy you hoarded needlessly. If you are not tired then you are not working hard enough and if you cannot sleep then you are not meant to sleep.
living creature who lacks the ability to sleep or has troubles sleeping
He had been awake for longer than two days now, he was pretty sure. What was the track of keeping time when he kept losing it? Antemh slumped against the cold bus window, staring outside at the bleak gray sky above the city horizon. Clouds gathered in the sky, hiding the sun away from the world. He wasn’t typically one to wax poetic. It must have been his lack of sleep.
tired not being able to rest busy mind.
frustrating when you can’t sleep…counting down the hours of sleep that you will get.
why is this happening? Lavender can help. I don’t like hot milk so that’s wasted on me. What else could I be doing?
When I went to bed I thought I was tired, but I was actually very sleepless. I tossed and turned all night, trying to think of a way to fall a sleep. I just couldn’t, it was almost like I already fell asleep. But then I finally fell a sleep and woke up in the morning feeling very tired.
him being a person with insomnia, has plenty of sleepless nights. That gave him the opportunity to peep without exhausting!
Every night i think about the weight of my wrongs. Well, maybe i’m being just a little bit too pessimistic, but i swear…. Bad luck’s always watching out for me to give me my daily fill. It’s probably not just about luck though. Oh well, nothing is ever gonna change anyway.
I just tend to focus a lot about the bad things about my life. I reflect a lot on them every moment i get, but trying to sleep is when they all start swarming me and i REALLY feel it. The weight. Mistakes i’ve done. Attempts i’ve failed. I feel bad. I feel sleepless.
How long can you be sleepless before the dreams you were supposed to have become real? I’ve heard it’s possible – your brain readjusts to the dry wasteland of being awake, and so the hallucinations start while your eyes are still open. You see colors you didn’t believe existed before, dipped in everything from infrared to ultraviolet. The textures are different, too – winter has gotten warmer, and the pins and needles in your feet create cushions.
How could this happen? The question ran around her brain as if it was a stadium. No end in sight, must be a marathon run only in the stadium. She was tired, so tired, but this question did not rest, nor did it let her rest. She wanted an answer.
Another night, tossing turning, eyes burning.
Walls damp with darkness, and silence so loud.
When the sun rises, only coffee can save me, maybe help my eyes to stop aching.
It was obvious to any one he passed on the cobbled streets. Nevertheless, he took a little more effort to grab for his shades that would mask the rings stinging of utter procrastination, body’s contempt, a shadow ridge raging forth. He knew, they wouldn’t deflate anytime soon. The moon did not appear that night in midst of a lightless sky.