Can't sleep. Feel like I'm on speed but of course I'm not.
Elevated
Matriculated
Disorganized
Feather brained
Weather trained
Dissolution
Restitution
A deluge of thoughts swirl around my racing brain... How do you sleep when you're full of words? Sleep is for the birds! Birds are chirping their sweet songs... Words dance in front of me... Kitty bells and personal hells. Happiness can be smothering... Bursting with energy, burning in effigy... My brain is on fire.
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