Did You Ever Laugh While Awake?

One hour turns to four, four becomes endless scrolling, a broken record looping through the shades of thought that echo quietly. Breath, blink, sigh.

The clock ticks softly, each second more profound than the last. Sleeplessness weaves laughter in unexpected places, giggling at shadows that dance just beyond grasp. You count the dots on the forgotten wallpapers.

Voices spill into the ether; how many conversations are played as night looms? Everything seems absurd, yet fascinating... like that half-eaten donut on the kitchen counter, your mind circling like a moth around a dying light.

It’s a rhythm: day blends into night without transition. Reality warbles like an old tune, repeating, scratched but sung loudly in the silence. Stare at the ceiling, watch the shadows play their games, wait for dawn that never brings clarity.