Insomnia kills

Insomnia kills.

I can give only what I have.

What is in my hands, in my eyes and in my heart is all there is.

There are no favors for me to call in. I’m on my own again.

I’ve let the bottle run dry, thinking that it’ll help. It hasn’t.

It isn’t true that if something is out of sight, it’s out of mind. Only out of reach.

So, tonight I’ll stuff my hands into my empty pockets to remind myself not to even try.


About magnumturtle

I write fiction.
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