~Edvard Munch’s The Scream~
It’s bloody 4am in the morning and I’m jolted out of my sleep. Feeling emo gila babi. I was thinking about an issue when I was trying to sleep just now, and it turned into 3 dreams. Lucid dreams. Dreams that are quite real, and that you can control the events (or at least your actions).
By the 3rd one, I tak boleh tahan anymore. If I go back to sleep, I’m going to have more of these weird sh!t. No sir, thank you.
~Van Gogh’s The Starry Night~
It’s just irritating and disturbing that this little issue kept stirring & spinning round and round in my head like a hyperactive crazy tadpole high on drugs and steroids that never stops swimming. I can distract myself with activities and things to do. But if I have a lapse in distracting myself, the tadpole rages again.
Right now, it’s a just a bunch of jumbled emotions spinning in a whirlpool that looks like Van Gogh’s The Starry Night (look at the swirling and twirling of the night sky, that’s how I feel in my guts) and Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Thank goodness I’ve got a sister that doesn’t sleep at 4am. X^D
the INsomniac/
Victim of a Cereal Killer 