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 🙂 

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