I’m very used to the dark now. It has become a friend. To an insomniac, what else could it be?
It envelops me, encircles me, and I welcome its presence. I look to it for answers yet it gives me none. It just sits there, waiting for me to make a move, waiting to clutch me tighter, until it has me immobilized, leaving me no option but to truly acknowledge its presence and submit to it.
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