Sleep Deprivation
I pulled my first all-nighter in ages
and it made me feel worse than dead
but now that I’ve slept since
I realized I wasted a perfectly good opportunity
to push myself to the brink in art
I like doing that even though it’s unhealthy
I’ve heard that’s what Salvador Dali did
he’d keep himself awake
by holding onto keys so when they dropped he’d awaken
and then he’d paint the things he saw
and although my perspective is less dramatic
the thing I intend on doing
is getting past the point where I care if I seem crazy
and that’s ableist and awful
I know that
but I can’t help but feel that’s when I get my best junk out
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