This insomnia, it is having to face myself. Cause these moments where I can't sleep/can't do anything, it is just me. All I have in this moment is myself. No distractions to take my mind away, only myself laid out. There is nothing here to keep my mind occupied other then it's self and it is in my mind where torments lurk.
Night magnifies my imperfections and makes me see everything I glaze over in the day.
Insomnia is the scales and seeing how your heart holds up; how heavy it truly is.
Insomnia is the asphodel meadow; a place to just exist, though barely.
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