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And the room feels alive (25th April 2025
Late night. I cannot sleep.
Had five cups of caffeine drinks within 24 hours. Or maybe six.
A mistake.
Tomorrow is going to be hard. Not as hard as it is now — being awake, and not doing anything. Not doing anything hurts. Seconds pass like hours. The AC blurs. And the room feels alive.
Suddenly, a smile appears on my face. A smile. As I type these words. For no reason. Crisp. Thinking about nothing in particular. Like the buttery smile of someone I know. April has been cruel as usual.
I can go on like this for centuries. Drunk with acute awakeness at night and insomnia awaiting like death tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be hard.
I like such nights. I really enjoy my company then. Like the room, I feel more alive.
Like a ghost in a graveyard.
