visions of an insomniac
I’m in the midst of another night of insomnia. It’s the wee hours of the morning. I actually appreciate these nights, they don’t happen too often that they worry me. I am sure that they are stress related, but I don’t see them that way. Often what accompanies these late nights is a bit of a vision. I am sure it’s all in my head, but I am often overcome with a clear sense of time (I swear this isn’t drug induced). An understanding of mortality. I feel both child-like and ancient at the same time. It’s not like a feeling of being scared of death, but of truly understanding where I am in time. I can remember my goals from when I was young. I can see where I turned down the wrong path, and where I took the right one …
I just can see it all; beginning, middle, end. It’s very strange, and peaceful, and yes, okay, maybe a little wierd.
Luckily there is a Run’s House marathon on.Time to veg.Love All -D 🙂