In the night where I am weary, It haunts me. The torments which comes with the dawn, and the restlessness which invites within the night. Taunting dreary facts of reality, loneliness a symptom of my mortality. Divined by the very line that defines me. I linger here, half awake and half asleep. The perfect peace. Where the mind with fatigue gives way to silence and where the body meets exhaustion thus leading to numbness. Here, I believe we call, sleep.
PS: I literally just wrote this because I was tired. I have a bad case of insomnia. I used to take medications for it. Now I just try to sleep early and stay asleep. Easier said then done, really haha.