Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
—Federico García Lorca, "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)"
Madrid 2007. Sometime after 3 am. In six hours, I'll be
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I am an overclocked engine
Operating at the highest capacity
Taking flight when it should not be
I am the creator of the night
A machine that never sleeps
Never powers down
Never weeps
Never knows when I should just
Breathe
And say
"This is okay"
That I am okay
And if I am not
That I will be okay
And that it is fine to cry
Because crying means you're alive
Operating at the highest capacity
Taking flight when it should not be
I am the creator of the night
A machine that never sleeps
Never powers down
Never weeps
Never knows when I should just
Breathe
And say
"This is okay"
That I am okay
And if I am not
That I will be okay
And that it is fine to cry
Because crying means you're alive