the night claims me,
errant thoughts usually traipse across the landscape of my mind.
bits and pieces from my conscious day that play out and then there's the bits and pieces that creep and crawl in
from the cobwebs of my subconscious mind.
God, how these thoughts plague me, harangue me.
And it all twists and turns internally in the twilight of my dreams and I battle through it all.
I fight and I struggle and I break through the surface and I breathe.
And I awake. I stir, I struggle, and then,
and then, I decide
that this day
is another day
that is worthy of my time.