In the event of my death
You should know this
I want my body turned into ashes by 2 am
I want to be mixed with the sand at that particular time
Because that was when I felt the most alive
I envy people who find it easy to close their eyes and sleep
I used to be able to do it
But ever since I started to feel
Insomnia has never failed to keep me company
I still go over our messages
Of her saying she doesn't love me
And get tortured by fantasies of her with him
You see
The night is humbling
It tells me that I'll be lucky if anyone decides to love me
So I treat everyone nicely
Maybe someone someday will graciously deal with my excesses
I feel like I am failing
At what
I have no idea
I probably should talk to someone
But it's 2 am
Everyone is dead asleep
So I pick up my phone to write this
So I can smile when the sun finally comes out
And that's it