Someone on Twitter sent me this poem:
“Sleep.
Those little slices of Death.
How I loathe them.”
I read these three lines and thought, “Yes! I’m not alone! See? Someone else hates sleep, too! Someone else thinks that sleep is way too close to death! See? I’m not crazy!”
Then I saw the poet: Edgar Allen Poe
“Damn,” I thought.
Then:
“Poe wasn’t that crazy.”
