She enters my home with velvet steps,
gets comfortable in the darkest corner of my bedroom.
Without turning the lights on,
without any questions.
Insomnia moved in with my family when I was born.
We went together through every little stage of my existence.
Her face changes every night;
I think of it as of my twin sister that I never had and never wanted.
My heart is in her hands.
I hope she will get bored of me one day and finally will move out from this city,
apartment and more importantly,
from this head.
All images and text © Polina Shubkina
By Polina Shubkina