Unable to take that last step through the threshold of sleep
The pillow slowly turns to sandpaper
Each moment in bed becomes a turn on the rack
The thoughts endless, the mind fragmented
Things keep racing, refusing to slow
The nighttime hours stretch on
The silence in the background becomes oppressive
But any music becomes a noisy bother
Through the insomniac's gaze the dark becomes torture
Daylight seems far, and its approach barely appreciated
Each moment will wear, every second has an edge
All because of some damn coffee
(Camera in on a messy garage. Various objects are strewn across the floor. A car is backed into the garage with an open trunk. A look into the trunk would reveal many objects, most useful or rather blunt. A woman is seen at opening searching the garage).
Linda: Honey, where's the suit case?
Tucker: Right in the closet, where it always is.
Linda:I looked in the closet, it's not in the closet!
Tucker: (walks on stage with suitcase) It took all of 5 seconds to find honey.
Linda: What have you put in the car already?
Tucker: My hunting rifle, some blankets, the first aid kit, toilet paper, and my golf clubs.
Linda: This is hardly the tim
"I look good. I look very good."
I've never quite grown out of the habit of talking to myself. Just an odd little trait I've always had. Some people are a little bit weirded out by it, but of course there are plenty of other things about me that would scare them away too.
Hair was nice and slicked back. The natural grease mixed with hair gel left it with a nice sheen. Cover up on all my acne, and some of my nicer clothes. Everything was set, now for tonight's festivities.
As I walked out of the house and grabbed my shoes, Stephen was sitting at the table. Reading some random drivel like always, but
Insomnia's Inner Dialogue by SirEntreri, literature
Literature
Insomnia's Inner Dialogue
Insomnia's Inner Dialogue
The seat creaks as I recline
The room is dark, the screen is bright
I dwindle away the hours as I fight off sleep
My eyes glaze over, seeing far more than the screen
Life is coming, life is coming fast.
Will I be ready? Or will it bowl my ass over?
During these dark hours, time seems frozen
Life is at peace, until the first rays of morn crest the horizon
That wretched sun, a fiery ball that forces progress upon me
But, now, it is dark. I am calm, but not at peace.
Too many questions, too many doubts.
The future is promising, but frightening.
It guarantees a loss of what I have now,
And only a possibilit
Zane
The fading golden sun rays settled on a youth who sat at the edge of his wagon and let his feet dangle absentmindedly. The caravan had been traveling a few days and would be at the destination, Gebs Oasis located at the edge of the fey woods and the wylde lands, anytime now. Joseph was his name, and his face and hands showed the signs of someone who was new to a life of traveling and work. This was his first journey, brought along as he was coming of age and this was his fathers caravan.
Joseph! Get your mind out of the clouds, were here! Bellowed a golden haired man, muscled and scarred from the front.
Daydreaming
With a lazy droop, my head finds my desk
The teachers exposition fades into white noise
My eyelids close out the pale light of the room
And my mind traverses through the realms of fantasy.
The knight draws his blade which emits a blinding sheen
He readies his tower shield, a reliable old friend
His gaze is unwavering, steely, determined
Knuckles whiten with his taught grip of the sword
The dragons eyes meet his, ferocious, unkind
Its wings a thin red membrane, held aloft by a magical touch
The great maw of the beast opens, exposing rows of fatal teeth
A great bellow of flame comes forth
The knight cares na
Fog
The rain falls to a rhythm on the roof of my car.
I grip the wheel and shuffle my legs in a comfortable silence.
My eyes travel toward the invisible horizon
Staring into nothingness
With the rain came a fog
And with the fog came my thoughts
A time like this must be cherished
The forlorn mist casts the illusion I'm at the edge of the world
Embracing the fog as an old friend, my mind travels this edge seeking answers
Is there really a path I'll find in this life?
Is there someone else, also sitting alone
Losing their mind in this fog, thinking the same as I
And dear god, if there is that similar someone
Please let me find them
Hi everyone, I'm Luke. Call me Bear if you wish. Mostly surf around this site just to find pictures that catch my eye. I'll maybe upload things on a rare occasion, the few pieces I have uploaded are the only things I've done that I really like. Fancy myself a bit of a writer and as I get more confident in my works more pieces shall be uploaded.
Anyways, I'm a total nerd in every way. Pretty avid reader and you can usually find my head in the clouds. Always feel free to drop a line.
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Dali
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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Little Miss Sunshine, Pan's Labyrinth
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