Insomnia

Written: September 22nd, 2010

It's hard to find the words to describe the dauntless confusion when the sun escapes. The moon shines, but not as bright, and yet I only feel time creeping slower. I should be drifting, dreaming unknowing; yet, I'm thinking, and dreaming awake.

Weeks have passed since normality conformed me, falling asleep when I should. A small change in life has caused this in balance, and now I sit hear awake, dreaming.

Dreaming of what, I keep asking. Nothing comes to mind. Could I truly be dreaming of nothing, or just nothing important enough. Tossing and turning, throwing pillows as I try to find something to ease my subconscious. What will it take to just rest, what will it take to rid all of this discomfort, just to drift away to sleep.

I tell myself recent events could not of pushed me off course this much. Instead I am unconvincing, and my argument is almost humorous. Just one night of sleep, just an eight hour dream, would be the greatest feeling. Yet, its 2am, and here I am.. writing this incessant nonsense. Goodnight Moon.