I read once that people who can’t sleep are either in love or lonely. And some nights I can’t tell the difference between the two. Feelings only become real after 2 am, While everyone sleeps and I lie awake trying to hush the swirl of churning thoughts and memories that still linger. when the only solace is sleep, I find my peace in the daylight, the drinks, and the medications that make the memories stop showing inside my skull and help the darkness drift In with ease.