Define "Sleep"

I probably have insomnia.
I have writer's block during the day,
and then at night
I'm overcome by an urge to
write or
draw or
sing or
think or
run...
ET CETERA;
never sleep.

Quiet, quiet,
too quiet. Always too quiet.
I need my music,
Jack's Mannequin is tonight's choice,
as with many nights. My TV?
I can't find the remote.
Screaming, loudly,
progressively louder and louder, and then it's broken.
I imagine my mom's shrill voice, saying
stop, stop, stop;
she's louder.
Though she's not because I'm screaming in my head
to drown out the silence.
She wouldn't hear.
But my throat is sore so I stop the noise,
and then the quiet's back.
Too quiet.

I stand up.
Sit down? Lay down?
Too many options, so much time, time.
Didn't I tell you I threw out my watches?
I can count the ten minutes of sleep I'll get on my fingers,
I don't need help. Rather, I suppose I do.
You say deep breath,
deep breath. Will the air ever run out?
Do we not plan for events such as these?
No more oxygen,
we could always breathe in clothes or
words or money; we're superficial anyway.

I really can't see without my glasses,
or when I'm ambitious,
my contacts. That's cool though,
to be semi-blind and just
blur together colours and objects.
A new perspective, not so clear since I haven't slept in two days.
Not so clear since I'm not wearing glasses either.
The room's rather dark anyway,
I'm trying to sleep.

Maybe if I never sleep again and become
eccentric enough, I'll forget
English altogether and become fluent in German. As appealing as this sounds,
I can barely keep my eyes open.
My mom's placed anvils on them to lure me into a dormant state.
It works quite well.
She will most likely market the idea;
then she'll have enough money to bring me to Rome.

I probably have insomnia.