Life keeps me from sleeping.
Not because I worry about life, but because life worries me.
It vomits its difficult experiences on to me and expect me to just clean up the vomit without me asking any questions afterwards.
But I do ask questions*, and when I do … life likes to change the subject.
Life gets so annoying sometimes.
It likes to gift me pieces of undesired thoughts and emotions.
That cause my brain to over think because my heart is too intoxicated by life's gifts.
Its withdraws are pretty intense and when it relapses, it becomes a mess.
Life keeps me from sleeping.
However, Life doesn’t stop me from daydreaming.
*Sleeplessness helped me realize that there's no logical answers to my questions, but undiscovered meanings within them. I questioned life because I recognized something within it…. something that urges my mind to wonder, how can I change that.
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