Sleep has become a stranger to me
It's face is less familiar than my own
I often find myself awake while everyone else lay lifeless
Their minds in another dimension
This has been going on for years
It started out small
I'd wake up in the middle of the night for no reason at all and not be able to get to sleep for a few hours
It slowly grew into falling asleep at midnight and waking up a few hours later
Until the insomniatic seed grew roots that spread throughout my body and my bed
I find myself staring at my ceiling for what seems like forever repeating itself
Every night from day to dark to day again
I watch the light creep across my ceiling like ocean waves
Awake is really the only thing I know
Along with the sounds and the people that aren't there
For a while sleep wasn't in my vocabulary
Now it's filed under
Things I have forgotten the meaning of
