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The Insomniac Club: For the few, the proud, the sleepy

It’s 2:00 a.m. and I’m still awake. I’m so tired that I can’t stop yawning, and with each yawn, tears form—yet, sleep won’t come. The digital alarm clock teases me, its glow saying, “If you fall asleep now you’ll get four hours of sleep.” I try again and after tossing and turning for 30 minutes I… Continue reading The Insomniac Club: For the few, the proud, the sleepy

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Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song

I don't have very clear memories of my childhood. Most of them are so wrapped up in stories I've heard over and over again, that the line between the story and memory is completely blurred. The only exception to this is the memory of being awake at night, listening to the sound of the coquis.… Continue reading Co-dependence: An insomniac’s song

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Writer’s Block: The battle for my mind

Like my dreams, forgotten once the sun rises, my mind writes paragraphs of beautiful prose that vanish as I attempt to put them on paper. For with its jealous nature my mind seeks sole possession of the depth of my thoughts. And just as I lay each morning fruitlessly trying to recall dreams as their memories… Continue reading Writer’s Block: The battle for my mind