its just after 1am and though i probably should be sleeping, i’m wide awake. this happens occasionally, though not as often as it used to. insomnia. i’ve dealt with bouts of insomnia for as long as i can remember. it just happens. i’ve never quite been able to tell when or why a sleepless night would find me, but they’ve always seemed to, sooner or later. all i’ve ever been able to say is that my brain works extra hard at something and the constant firing of neurons keeps my eyes open when i want to close them and keeps my thoughts running when i want them to cease. its annoying, certainly, but its just something i’ve learned to deal with….
i feel a bit lost. lonely. i’m not sure why, though i can’t say its sudden; the feeling’s been creeping, gaining on me for a little while now. it seems every day something else adds fuel to the fire, giving it speed. making it harder and harder to outrun. so here i am, finally overtaken. and while its a certainty that this will pass, as it always does, knowing that somehow provides me little comfort. i feel lonely and lost.