Touch of Reality - Insomnia

Touch of Reality - Insomnia

...look at me, I'm hallucinating. Don't gloat, it's genius...

#ART... Insomnia, I cannot sleep, I cannot close my eyes because it hurts my head every time I try. Now, open your eyes to why they say only the lazy sleep. I cannot try to sleep, oh, I'm reminding you of what I just said.

Insomnia, sleep will not just come. I'm not explaining what it means to you, I'm being matter-of-fact. Look at all these thoughts swimming in my head. Don't look too hard though, your eyes might hurt and you end up seeing nothing. You know that thing about things we just cannot wrap our heads around, those things beyond our understanding?

Insomnia, look at me, I'm hallucinating. Don't gloat, it's genius. See, my mind never stops working. I know, I know, that's just how God designed THE MIND. My mind, you see, is a wall and on it, are ideas, thoughts etched, printed, created. They don't allow me sleep, they do not allow me contact with the outside world. It makes me paranoid, the way it works. I never concentrate, I am always thinking. Who said anything about worrying? Look beyond the aforementioned paranoia. You know, the mind is a beautiful thing to waste - Remember that thing someone once said?

Insomnia, look at me, bloodshot eyes, tired demeanour, fragile look, funny composure, I don't even answer questions well and I claim genius. Hilarious isn't it? I laugh at me too. But normalcy is King David's praise to God, Mandela's fight, Abraham's zeal, Ghandi's will, a baby's love, God's ability to forgive, and forgive, and forgive,  right?

A sage once said, "Don't gloat, the fact that you try to outsmart me means I am more than you and you are scared that you will never measure up." I concur. Do you get? I am too tired to break it down.

Insomnia, I keep tossing and turning, examining my life, this I can do because I feel my mind is working too hard to stay awake and at the same time, to find a little rest, a guilty sleep. Look how I made sleep look like a sin. Staring East, West, everywhere, wondering things, every single thing. Trying not to praise my deeds and keeping myself from blaming me too much for things I only now remember that I did. Do you know how the idle mind becomes the devil's workshop?

Insomnia, pen on paper, mind on words... I am out of things to write now, I have not stretched my limits, my mind has only switched to something else of interest. Remember how I pointed your remembrance to how "The mind is a beautiful thing to waste?"

Do not look at my repetition of the word "Insomnia," I am an artist, this is my poetry. I choose to draw with my words... This is my ART. Can I make an expression in your mind? Do you get?