There are no heros
There are no villains
Just people
The ones that hold you up
& The ones that keep up at night
She called. Monday, May 15 2023
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Insomnia on a cold night Monday, Jan 31 2022
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All the tea and twinkling stars
couldn’t put me down
so I lit a joint and took a walk
around my sleeping town
I wandered home slightly more cold
but still not ready for bed
so I laid down and rested my eyes
when I could not rest my head
Covid 19 @ 3 A.M (sad song) Saturday, Mar 28 2020
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I want to sing but there’s another part
& no one’s here to sing it
I want to know it’s going to be okay
& even though I know it is
i still want you to be here to say it
who is the you?
the one to hold me at night
the one to tell me it’s okay to close your eyes
Is it okay?
I never thought this would be the thought that kept me up at night
The worry I had about what would end it all was never this idea
Never this morose reality
Nore the probable future
I thought that it would be fire and demons
I thought that it would be the loneliness and self-destruction
but never had i thought it would be this
how did we get here?
&why did no-one listen
What flawed creatures
what power did we exude to manifest the exact thing we deserved
& oh how we could have changed it
but here we are
& I told you so’s will not fill the bellies of the crying and hungry
who will read the novels
& who will listen to the podcasts
& who will look upon the art
For all the art to be born because of our isolation
because of the last days of the now we know
Who cares if I was right
if there is no one’s here to learn the lesson There’s no toilet paper now but there might be no food tomorrow
hungry people make large mistakes
we were so worried
& i can’t sleep and it’s almost 3 a.m.
I want to sing but no one’s here to sing the second part
& this was definitely a sad song.
Angry at insomnia short Saturday, Nov 23 2019
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If insomnia was a person I would punch them Square in this fucking jaw and I’d keep punching. I’d punch like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest crazy pants, insane person. I would go ham on an insomnia. I just want to anthropomorphize the disease so I can conjure a mental image of the severe ass whooping that I would lay down upon that poor physical representation. It would be murder. It would be a murder people would write books about. It would be a murder that podcast would do episodes about an every True Crime podcast would be like yeah that girl it was far too much.
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