Bezsenność

The city has long since fallen asleep, even the streetlights are dozing, but inside, everything still itches. Thoughts, like annoying mosquitoes, won't leave you alone - they buzz, they bite, and it seems like nothing has happened, but sleep is nowhere to be found. Only this eternal ticking somewhere in your head, like an alarm clock without a snooze button. Insomnia calls me to play again - hide and seek, tag, anything, just don't let go. And you're not in trouble, just not yourself. Just a little blurred between yesterday and tomorrow, while the city sleeps and the world pretends that everything is calm.