Insomnia

no sleep again. answers come but they only make room for more questions.
most of my time is spent on the computer these days. i'm connected and yet more detached than ever.
nothing productive happens. life has become a stagnant, humid, armpit of a jail cell.

i lie in bed bed waiting for sleep to come but it never does. so i get up and carry out my day
at half speed with my mind in first gear. to-do lists are my toilet paper. most days i'm lucky if i get dressed.
in bed my mind races; during the day i'm groggy. i'm a slave to an empty calendar.