Deep Perspective

When you're an insomniac going on 4 days without a blink of sleep, you're changed, permanently altered. Let me set the scene. Im at my own home in East Islip. An assortment of empty and soon to be opened budweisers sit on my nightstand. A grinder, pure light aluminum with 72 blades filled with ground herbs. A beautiful 2 foot hookah is laying on the ground waiting to be packed. One temazapam, a heavy dose of benzos and hynotics, and one trazadone, an extra hypnotic im prescribed, now sit in the pit of a stomach that hasn't had the strength to eat in 3 days. You add that all up for the average individual, and they'd probably pass out before all the cans were empty. But not me; I pretend like this cocktail of downers and anti anxiety chemicals will rest my brain. Yet, tomorrow will still be today because with no sleep, every day is the same, every day is a blur, and everyday eventually turns into one.