messages and messages being sent and received
according to belief that I should be asleep...my cerebral cortex calculating what's nextseconds to dreams slower than realitythe hands of the clock spin gradually...Silence dawns a break of deafening internal screechesthe concious mind giving way to what could beat 03:33 my inner 'me' letting loosescrew loose on a rendezvousthird night in a row and its giving me the spooksstaring into the unknownexhailing steam on the windowsfinger painting my thoughts before they evaporate and go toe to toe with unhinged thoughts opening doors toeven morescenes accustomed to be seen in the brighter daythan this gray laminated by the block of cheese staring awaya glint resplendent through the pupila break in the darkness for me to residestaying mesmerised in yearning to close my eyes.restrained and detained by stress and consequencesinsomnia remains until the morning