Part VI-
Sunday Night Torture

My greasy friend Insomnia

With insomnia nothing is real, reality is far away, everything is a copy of a copy of a copy... when you have insomnia you are never really asleep and never really awake… a surreal dance of unwanted existence... you float within a bubble of never ending dejavu…no matter what you do… its never new… its beautiful..
Empty football fields of stark nothingness…reflections from your present demean the presence of your past.
Lost in an oblivion, dark, silent and complete... somewhere you find freedom... yet losing all hope in that freedom wrapped around you…. You become addicted... every night you die and every night you are born again…resurrected…….