Crooked eyes and the smell of blood filling my nostrils. A nosebleed?
My body, dry and cold in the morning and then too warm and clammy when I try to sleep. No wonder I have a constant head ache.
I woke up at 4 a.m. today, and the next day, and the next day and could not go back to sleep. It won't let me. Why won't It let me sleep?
It's not a superpower, I tell them. It's a curse. The dark circles are not a mask to hide my identity, they are simply there to mark me. I don't have the eyes of a dead fish because I want to intimidate people, it's simply the result of staring at my ceiling in the darkness too much. I don't frown because I hate being around others, it's because I ponder over the hours of sleep I have lost.
Another night, another failure.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
