Who else can't fall asleep?
All I can think of is her eyes, those green eyes that aren't quite green, with dashes of gold and sprinkles of sky blue and bits of caramel brown, but mostly glittering emerald green. And they just captivate you, like if you don't watch them carefully you could miss the spark that sets off the fireworks, like one flutter of her eyelashes could set the world ablaze in color. They just light up when she's happy, when the fireworks go off, beautiful and dazzling and breathtaking in a way words can't describe. And when she smiles her Cupid's bow pink lips barley twist up, but her eyes, oh, they do all the work for her. Then there's the times when she smiles at me with just her eyes, a silent communication, usually in public where she can't exactly say everything to me. But I understand, I always understand, and there's always that little hint of adoration in her eyes that I don't deserve, that I'm so fucking lucky to have. And when she looks at me like that, like she looks at no body else, my mind will run forever like a conveyer belt, trying to find what ever glance of blue-brown-green-gold-beautiful means, always finding a new spark.
Fuck I can't sleep, does anyone have an idea of how I can fall asleep? Like tips? Tricks? Life hacks? Anything?

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FanfictionA combination of a journal, a tag book, a rant book, and a place I put all my random bullshit. I'm really emo btw bye. This is the cringiest shit ever I'm so sorry.