Insomniac, unresting mind.
Lost in loops. No meaning, time.

Craving peace, but finding pain.
Nothing left lost, yet nothing to gain.

Under the magic of the midnight sky,
A child of the moon, under heaven's
watchful eye.

Listen closely and you can hear their dreams.
Prayers yet answerd, wishes yet seen.

For they shine like the dying star,
a million miles away.

Yet seen in moments,
reminder of day.

Close your eyes and wish.
but you shall never dream.

For thee insomniac suffers
through what can never be seen.

Sleep does not come easy,
as I lay in place my mind begins to race calculating moments and second spent your presence
But still sleep does not come easy
I close my eyes and try to count the sheep, instead i replay ur words and  wat they do to me...
It is easy for one to pretend something does not exist if evidence of it's existence is missed...right?
Or is this an inevitable lost a battle of the labors of uncautious thoughts holding on to my mind tight ??
None of this seems right!!!....right??
Stop! deep breath bac to countin sheep...smh but still sleep dose not come easy
Am I alone? As I stare in to the darkness of my room I say out louds as if I was to be answerd by the shadows that take shape, giving life to the  silhouette that is u of in my subcountios mind ..are you real?.....