Insomnia

Like an out of body experience, I watch what my eyes are looking at. It's not real, just an endless series of hazy images, flickering on the screen of my consciousness.

The soundtrack too, is damaged, distant sirens punctuating the endless pounding of my heart, beating too fast for sleep, its pace controlled by the hormones flooding my system.

My mouth is dry, my skin clammy with unburnt adrenaline. In some passages, when the rest of the world is resting, I can hear my blood hastening its way through the labyrinthine passages of my disobedient body.

Sleep, please come soon.