sunday morning broke and dragged me out of bed, slightly less asleep.

sleep just doesn't seem to come naturally for me these days.
rather, it seems quite unnatural.
i miss the days of effortless sleep. being nocturnal is no fun when there's no one to keep you company. else it's dark and lonely. silence ringing in my ears. shadows dancing on my wall. that stupid alarm clock by my head, the ticking a constant presence reminding me of the passing of time. time passes. but absolutely nothing is fucking happening.

it just feels like such a waste.
i just want to dream.