Die-ary nighttime
What is it that you do when you can't sleep at night? What is it that you think of? What has your brain concocted when your eyes burn for the sleep that you wouldn't let yourself enjoy? Are you punishing yourself for something that only you can see and understand?
First question first. I do so many things when insomnia has kept me up past the hour of normal humans. When I was younger and shut myself out of the world, I would read. In depth things; things that were many levels more advanced than me. I read them to make my mind wonder about something other that the doom that was awaiting this world. …. As I got older, when my head was held and Iwas focus to open my eyes to the world weather I wanted to or not, I got angry. And the best way to vent is to write out as much as you can. Drama, romance, angst; you name it, I probably wrote it…now a days, I spend most of my time awake, teaching the nonbelievers. I don't even try to sleep most of the time. It's just a waste of my time.
On the nights were I have no one to torture and nothing to do, I star out the window and wonder how that hell did this world get so fucked up. How the heck did all these stubborn and bitter people populate the world that was given to them so freely by the weak and powerless?…it can be a very deep subject.
Aww…. There are nights when my eyes beg me for sleep, but my body refuses. In which case, my eyes feel like fire has licked them and the ashes boil into tears. I see terrible thing…. I mean if they are horrible to me, I guess they are pretty fucking bad. I inflect pain onto people so badly that they fear me... Well actually they fear a monster that stocks them at night, not little me, who walks pasted them everyday on the way to the coffee shop.
Punishment? No, this is not a punishment, this is merely a chance for me to learn and think of things I haven't before. Let me wonder….
Well I answered all the questioned the new white bear has asked. I really must throw him into he fire. He is nothing like Shmee was. Man, I miss my little trauma sponge. Well I think I should go off and behead a cheerleader. Yay. Maybe Nny can join me if he isn't to busy.
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Simply put, I couldn't sleep and this came out of it. And yes I know there are some spelling and grammar problems, I can't help it.
I'll be updating my stories soon. The last chapter of 777 is really long and hard to write in some areas. But I have two one-shots coming up and a chance to get a preview of the next chapter of 777 before everyone else… or whatever you want to see.