Into The Darkness

It's 4 AM and I'm still wide awake. At least in my consciousness, but not my body, so dead tired.

This was just another one of my thousand sleepless nights. I'm not sure what it was, but it seems that my brain refuses to slow down and allow itself to rest for the night, thus keeping myself from falling asleep. I call it "mild insomnia."

Although, it was at night when my consciences takes over my thoughts, with stresses, distresses, fears, living nightmares, and more.

It was that one night few years ago, when my dreams found the hidden fears and terrors somewhere in middle or back of my brain, and itself touched that unstirred lump, and it took me into a full attack.

But it was at night when my real dreams come out, it was when I was faced with my desires, my search for true happiness. Usually it's only one thing..

It was at night when my past came to haunt me. Fletcher came back. Slate came back. Andy came back. Martha came back.

It was at night when the world quiets and sleeps, I became comfortable with the silence, as a sort of an harmony to ease up my brain's hyperactivity.

There is one remedy to suffering from an all-nighter, I was usually accoladed with unbelievable glowing of a morning rise. It was the coldest and quietest of the night before the sun break the dark sky.


I love to sleep, but I must've spent more hours in my lifetime awake than asleep, more than normal I guess.


(Oh yeah, I've been sleeping on the living room' s futon for the past month because my bed became unbearable for my back, time to buy a new bed!).