I am a night owl,
a lone wolf
always howling at the midnight moon.
The sun sets
as the people do too
and Darkness comes to caress the minds
of those still holding on
Many are plagued, violated
by the shadowy tendrils reaching out
to stroke the thoughts of the sentient.
However, I embrace Darkness
as though I would a lover.
Together we maneuver through my mind,
no area left untouched,
yet every scenario and possibility
And when the first rays of sun
try to peak from around the curtain,
I somberly say, "So long," to Darkness
and then let Sleep cradle
my unconscious mind.
Who else has bad insomnia? And by "bad," I mean being stuck up until 7 in the morning before you can fall asleep.... My body has gotten used to 3 hours of sleep again though (if you don't count running into walls and being unable to construct sentences).