Insomnia

by Oceana Setaysha

Sometimes, when I’m a long way from home, I can live off nothing but dry toast and nightmares. I count the stars painted on the clouds, there is safety here, a practiced art of acension. I don’t sleep anymore, but I think a lot about time. I watch the sunrise and the sunset and see how beautiful insomnia can be. My head is full of forests laden with lost pocket watches. I am living Dali’s dreams.

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Oceana Setaysha is a small town 18-year-old trying to make it big in the city. She's studying Creative Writing at uni and trying not to miss home too much.