insomnia [Theme] Page 3

- Can't sleep?
Hand Shalit.
- Yes, of course! Logically, that's why you woke up in the middle of the night, fully dressed, and came menacingly to look into the distance.

I'm sure you never have problems sleeping?
- No, never.
- Open to me your secret.
- A clear conscience, of course.

Gus and early birds. Can't say I like that so well. If I could, it would be better to sleep, but at night I get these voices, and I'll sleep when fumbling inside vile's eating you thing. Night - time anxiety attacks. I would prefer that the day lasted twenty-four hours.

You can't without a job. You hate it, but live it with her petty problems. These issues such trifles distract you from yourself, and you remain alone with them only in the night, in between TV is off and nervous, convulsive dive into a restless sleep.

Aren't you also one of those
Who is not asleep, intoxicated with flowers,
About mouse in the attic.

Knocking on the door of insomnia,
Again it let.
Girlfriend annoying
All night I'll Progreso.
She is not sleeping and will not give me
To be forgotten until morning.
Hanging on the neck as ballast,
To get rid of it.
It is silent and I am silent,
Only the rhythmic clatter of hours...
I see the dreams have been like
But she had no dreams.
Walking thoughts in my head
Crowd and disunited...
And in this long mess
Already the dawn rises...

I instead of dreams
the night raskalennoj-dim
see how looks at
our depths of the Russian
with the putrid spot of the moon.

Lucky the watchman snoozing on the porch,
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Sleep, why, tell you mile
To mastitis with the poor on straw
Under the incessant buzzing of flies,
Than to get a rich man under the canopy,
Where music lulls your ears
And the room refreshed spirits?

Oh, how many thousands of my subjects
Sleep in this hour! Sleep, blessed sleep,
What pushed you I wronged,
That you're no longer close the eyelids
And feelings into oblivion not immerse?

He drank incessantly and complained that he did not sleep for three months and when protrezveet for a while, suffering flour, which a normal person has no idea.

Insomnia. Medications do not find
From the thoughts can't escape and no shelter.
Hope was lost along the way
Sitting on the branch of a homeless bird.

Between insomnia and poverty
To be anyone but themselves.

Insomnia is very serious. Everything seems so far away, a copy taken from a copy made from another copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't nor want to touch a thing, and nothing can touch you.