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 impossible. Only this eternal tick-tock 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.