You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

insomnia.

insomnia.
insomnia.
insomnia.
insomnia.
that is what I dreamed about.
insomnia.insomnia.insomnia.
The last thing I remember is me telling myself,
to remember this dream,
because insomnia will be
murdering my dreams.

g(fucking)reat.
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