Creation, blank spaces, and imaginary friends of the sleep deprived mind

So this is some writing that one of my best friends did. Her name is Sanam, and this got into the school magazine. It is truly amazing, with her permission I want to share it with you guys. I just love the style of writing, its just amazing from the point of view that she is writing from. Here it is!

Enjoy! 

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It won’t go away. That stupid buzz in my head. That annoying critter that tickles my brain. That…that hole in my mind. No, I don’t think sleeping will help. Sleep is a waste of time.

WHY CAN’T I THINK OF ANYTHING, DAMNIT?! (Sorry, got all street there).

My mind is completely blank and clueless. A dull light looking for somewhere dark to illuminate. Why won’t my light bulb go off? No, I don’t need sleep, I told you that already! What I need is a stroke of inspiration, that colorful bomb, that… creativity. Can you think of anything? I know, it’s hard. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you .Here, make yourself useful, and sharpen these pencils. I’m going to need them when I finally think of something.

My mind won’t stop that buzz! It’s getting louder. It’s like a boring straight line, because it’s not going anywhere but straight. Why is everything so dull and gray? I’m so sleepy… no, I don’t want a pillow. Wait…

BA-BAM.

Scratch scratch scratch goes my pen. My mind is imploding. Lights, colors, pictures, words, ideas, inventions, thoughts, sounds, EVERYTHING I WAS WAITING FOR. 

Creation. I’m dizzy with so much creation.

(Isn’t it funny what seems to go on when I think? I think words but I seem to think of them before I think of them. Such a complicated thing to explain. That doesn’t make sense, you say? Well guess what? I don’t give a frying pan.)

My letters flow into words, my words to sentences, my sentences to paragraphs, to pages, to a book… to a master piece. Yeah, that’s what I said… don’t question it.

I wish people understood I’m not weird. I’m not odd. I’m different, and I want to make it known, so I do whatever I want. No, that does not make me impulsive. More like… yeah, I’m impulsive. Chuckle.

I make the page different by… creating. I make the blank space another beautiful space. Another thing to add to that star that is collapsing under its own mass. Yes, I am talking about black holes. No, you stop being so scientific!

I will be. Different, I mean. Definitely. What? Naw, just thinking to myself.

Creating.

I say that a lot, don’t I? You think so? Doesn’t matter. Repetition isn’t important. As long as it counts.

I’m not making sense, am I? You don’t care? Well.

Anyway, will you help me? Take a seat. Pull up a chair. Grab a cuppa java. Some biscuits too, while you’re at it. The strawberry ones, if you please. Yes, those.

Thank you. Yum. That’s better.

So what do you think of this? Is it nice? Is it different? Oh… so that’s how you spell acquiesce.

Thank you once again, imaginary friend. Yes, I will sleep now.

See you tomorrow.

- Sanam