A surreal visual poem about INSOMNIA.12am nothings happened,3am nothings happened,10am i feel like a run my body is tired but my heads still wired,fuck it i will do a full circle like the black circles around my eyes,from which i look out of with confusion & dismay,i look in the mirror my skin a bluey gray,not suprised as its been the third day now,insomnia is killing me & only then will i forever sleep.