what even is acute insomnia?

my 12-year-old sister told my mom she thinks i have it because she can hear me breathing really loudly at 3 in the morning, because she saw me this morning before i put on makeup and apparently the circles under my eyes were darker than last year, because i’m exhausted all the time but “can’t find the time” to take a nap, because it’s been seven months since i slept for over eight hours, because it’s been a month since i slept for over five hours and apparently the illness can be diagnosed after a few weeks of restless sleep, because she’s worried i’ll get sick because i already look like i am.

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God,
tell me about the time when the Earth
was softer, when the roundness didn’t
cut people open and leave them
bleeding into the cracks of
their bathroom tiles.
God,
tell me the names of all the
fallen angels because
I think I met one the other day.
He’s sleeping next to me now. There are wings
scratched down either side of my spine.
I think he wants them back. He
still dreams of flying.
God,
do you think you can do something
about the lonely souls?
There’s a lot of us.
And what about the hurt? Or
is this all part of something bigger,
a lesson to be learnt?
God,
it’s me,
are you there?
A.Y // a midnight conversation  (via 2wentysixletters)