Sometimes I stay up late at night. Real late. Sometimes 'till 4. I don't know why... I think it's because I hate sleeping. I hate sleeping with a passion. Why? Because of my limited time on this planet. The only one morbid fear I have is of time. Time is something that is never replaced ever.
EVER.
There is nothing you can do to ever retrieve time. It's part of the reason why I don't do drugs or drink, I don't want to lose track of time or memories (my memory is already bad enough as it is). Memories are the only documents we have that time has passed, that things are real - and even our memories are subject to the erosion of time.
I understand that sleep is a good thing and it replenishes the body and gives us a break... but our time on this rock in space is so finite. It's so precious and limited it hurts. It's almost a cruel joke, to give us life and to take it away and cast us to the void and oblivion that is death.
On a lighter note, I just bought a drumset! That's pretty nice!
But I'm gonna die before I know it so what's the point?
...
Just kidding.
**Edit
It seems that lately when I do sleep it's never very well either.
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