Insomnia
where is he?my friend, my lover.my hypnos, my somnus.my nocturnal friend,who always came at night,and left at dawn like a vampire.every night I opened myself to him,and without fail he always came.I never had to go searching.I never had to shout out his name,he always came.telepathy at work perhaps?there were nights he came,like a thief in the night.and there were days,he knocked at the door to myself.the door I always ke...