Here's to those sleepness nights; filled with silence and wild imaginations.
When counting sheep does not help a teeny bit neither does that love song that you have placed on repeat. It's those nights again when your mind starts venturing deep into your imaginations, to the point that even your future starts haunting you, just like how the story about monsters under your bed once did (to me at least).
For me, those nights are usually the ones where deep thinking and reflecting take place, when I let my imaginations set free after being caged up in this little brain of mine. Thoughts run free, smooth as silk, jotting down each bit and pieces in a fairytale book I would be proud to call mine. A book filled with scenarios, too personal, not even the ones, you share your darkest secrets with, came to know about it.
Nights like this are the ones when thoughts about your insecurities start crawling in, grasping your mind; just like how a sharp claw would, going deeper into the flesh each second, leaving pain and eventually, a scar.
Those nights will never give you a breather but will always leave me into asking myself, "What are my preparations for the after world if the angel of death were to come and take my life away?".
Silence accompanied by tears. Soon after, streaks of light of the early morning starts creeping in through the sheer curtains. Just then, I fell asleep.