Well hello sugars. 🙂
Here is midnight right now, or anyway, around midnight more or less – anyway, cheers to another sleepless night! Cheers to the insomnias, the sound of the night, the crystal clear sky, the moon quiding upon us and cheers, least but not last, to all the thoughts that burst into our minds in moments like this . . .
The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.
Have you ever wondered why are you even alive? It’s funny how in these odd moments when i am quite tired, but still sleepless, instead of doing something others may call productive, i just sit around in my bed, stare into the void, enjoy the moonlight and fall into a seemingly out of nowhere black hole, full of thoughts that in the dim daylight are kept hidden – between shut lips – from the daily citizens surrounding each and one of us.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?