as the winds tried to lay me to sleep.. i felt an upsurge of nausea.

i ran out into the wild..

only to be greeted by the wiles of nature

/howling winds_gigantic raindrops/blinding lightening_deafening thunder/

i ran back inside to the comfort of my bed of needles.

as i lay on my bed, each needle rupturing the skin to let blood taste freedom..

i thought of the world.

and i thought of the parallel universe.

and i thought of insomniae