February 28th, 2010; 3:48am
Hallucinations: a sensory experience of something that does not exist outside the mind; a false notion, belief, or impression; illusion; delusion.
Dare you ask yourself why these figure's notions haunt thee? At the peak of the night's waning do such occur. Have you startled yourself into an subconscious state of anxiety? That, you ask yourself, for what you see is believed to be a mere lie; just a figament of your imagination. Taunting the troubled insomniac, hmm, they clearly target only the weak. However, they say sleep is for the weak, so does that make we insomniacs strong?
Night 'tis the prey of the darkness and it's tidings. Are you really bleeding right now? Is this mixture of cells and water really slipping from the mutilation you believed to be healed? Subconsciously, you're not healed; only in that fantasy you find to be the reality you're in. Insanity it seems, for these lies exist not. However, the burning sensation in your skin tells you that this is the truth, for you caused it. Damn you.
The paranormal figures spotted from your peripherals is a lie, for insomnia hath taken thy toll. You suffer the consequence; you asked for it after all, only expecting little. Yet, you believe you've done nothing to recieve said consequence in the first place. Believe it not to be the thought of others, for it is none but your own. Insomnia hath taken thy toll, and it can no longer be restored.
Should've used an EZ-Pass...
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