sleepless

I keep looking at the clock. Nothing. minutes, hours passing by.

Awake.
Mourning.

Did you ever encounter that the very root of your problem is not to have any problem at all?

That there is a very big hole somewhere and you can only fill it virtually, staying away from it?

That you are solid matter and then a few drops fall and turn you into a grainy, porous, cementy paste?

That this is just another life played by location, like those games in screens.
Waiting for a new screen to come.

That there is not always enough available fruit of excitement to squeeze a glass.
That you cannot digest known flavours...

Just wondering