It's those thoughts that keep you from sleeping

The memories that either make your mind fluctuate with cringe worthy sadness
Or the recollections that entice us to laugh to ourselves at four AM and wish we could go back

Sometimes it's the worrisome or eager anticipation of things to come  

Though nothing is guaranteed
Tomorrow will bring the sun

The memories of that time when someone got too drunk and was so far gone you couldn't understand a word they we're trying to say

And as fast as you could say "hey, you don't look so good"
A typhoon of ***** came shooting out at light speed onto the floor
Then the wall
Then the way to the toilet
Then on the toilet
Then eventually in the toilet
And more often than not, on themselves