There's Gotta Be More To Life...

Routines. Day in. Day out.
We wake up with a plan, we go to sleep with one. On a subconscious level we all do it, yes, even me, the evasive one.... it's hard not to, even if the plan is to just laze about and not do anything....

There's got to be more to life than the monotonous cycles we live in. More to it than just you and me and work. It's not as simple, but there's got to be, there just has!

Is our existence as meaningless as we structure it? If it is, I don't see the point in continuing or standing in the sidelines waiting for something to affect our "lives".

A Tale Of Insomnia From The Nights Of A Sleeper...

in·som·ni·a (ĭn-sŏm'nē-ə)n.
Inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.

I begin now, to understand, why lack of sleep is so addictive. The last few nights have been overwhelming in the sense that I've barely slept at all... my brain and eyelids feels heavy but I feel alive. Caffience humming through my veins dousing me in wakefulness even though my body is protesting endlessly...

sleep (slēp) n. A natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body, in which the eyes usually close and consciousness is completely or partially lost, so that there is a decrease in bodily movement and responsiveness to external stimuli. During sleep the brain in humans and other mammals undergoes a characteristic cycle of brain-wave activity that includes intervals of dreaming. A period of this form of rest. A state of inactivity resembling or suggesting sleep; unconsciousness, dormancy, hibernation, or death.

Try as i might sleep evades me. In the tresses of my unconsciousness looms a great darkness. Fear reverberates through my very core... I'm scared... of sleep and dreams, of the nightmares that plague my usually dreamless sleep.

Who is that, there in the shadowy darkness? Who is it that frightens me so?

Drowning in the flow of things...

The end of term is fast approaching. Two more midterms and then a week of Finals... arrggghhh! It's driving me insane, the constant hammering of blood in my brain. The never ending migraine from the lack of sleep and too much reading. Math Math Math Math Chemistry Math Math Rhet Math Math Physics Physics Math Phyiscs and on and on the cycle goes- too much work, too little time. I'm moving with the overwhelming tide of work. Unable to get out of the cumbersome dreariness that comes from reading too many lecture notes and living a runaway life where nothing but work surrounds you. I want to get out. I need a break. Three weeks never seemed longer.