some people imagine their life
at tweny-four to be 'normal'.
they wake up go to college,
then work. after, they go to
a frat party, then they go to sleep and prepare for the hangover

but ive never been able to sleep.
therefore ive always imagined my life
wasting away the day time with work
because I don't go to college. then, as
it turns midnight, I go to a party, have fun,
meet someone, we talk, fall in love, drink... ALOT
, then we end up hating eachother because someone went to far.

Then I get in my car to drive
home when I look at my clock and
see that it's only 2 o'clock.
what am I gonna do until 6?
and when it finally dawns on my
I start the engine and drive.
some may say 'drive into the sun
set' but it was 2. it was pitch black
there was no sun set.

I pull into the drive way of
my old high school and run to the
front door. it's locked so I walk
around to the back to find
the spare key. Once I do
I run back to the front door
and walk in. it's empty and
not as I remembered it to be.
yet, the trophy case is still in
the same spot.

I open it up to find the 9th
grade spelling bee trophy.
I pull it out, get a sharpie
marker and draw glasses
, a mustache, and the
word that I had lost the spelling bee
over, but spelled correctly to let them
know that I have learned from my mistakes.
then I put it back in the case, but in
the wrong place just for those OCD
mother fucks.

Then I get back in my car to
drive home and it's only 3.
what am I gonna do now?
I know. He's probably sleeping though.
wait, no he's not, when I awake he's awake.
I drive to his apartment door. number 7. and
I knock. as soon as he answers I don't think I
kiss him. when I let go he goes in for another
when I stop him and say 'save it for dinner
tomorrow'. then, I left.

I finally drive home at 3:23am and for
the first time in 24 years, fell asleep.
and I am an insomniac.