Status: Awake, but slow.
The Diary of a Miserable Insomniac
The Clock Is The Enemy
I can hear the clock ticking off the fluorescent lit walls of the local supermarket. Its late again and i just needed to get away from the silence of my empty doom.
There's an art to detracting yourself from thinking. Everyone has their own way of preoccupying their minds, from whatever it is their trying to forget. Take me, for example: Rule #1, the clock is the enemy. The basic rule is this: the more you look at the clock, the slower it goes.
Its as if time stops all together. Its feels the very air you breath is still. It paralyzes you. Staring blankly at everything. And when you gain composure of yourself. The only thing you can do, when your eyes sting and your head throbs, is sigh. Hoping to ease the pain of no rest. But it doesn't always work, it doesn't always last.
You can always tell who hasn't sleep. They stare, black circles around their half closed eyes. Walking like a zombie, not really paying attention to anything around them. Watching their lives pass by.
There's an art to detracting yourself from thinking. Everyone has their own way of preoccupying their minds, from whatever it is their trying to forget. Take me, for example: Rule #1, the clock is the enemy. The basic rule is this: the more you look at the clock, the slower it goes.
Its as if time stops all together. Its feels the very air you breath is still. It paralyzes you. Staring blankly at everything. And when you gain composure of yourself. The only thing you can do, when your eyes sting and your head throbs, is sigh. Hoping to ease the pain of no rest. But it doesn't always work, it doesn't always last.
You can always tell who hasn't sleep. They stare, black circles around their half closed eyes. Walking like a zombie, not really paying attention to anything around them. Watching their lives pass by.