insomnia

i hate the wide-eyed semi-panic, the knowledge that i should sleep but can't, the failed attempts, the time spent lying there wishing for sleep wishing for unconsciousness.

but really, honestly, i kinda like my insomnia. i like being the only one awake. i like playing the guitar for hours in the middle of the night till my chord progressions are smooth and my fingers are sore and warm from the friction of the strings. i love late night cups of tea and the way my mind clears and the words start flowing.

she's fragile like a string of pearls
she's nobody's girl

now's the sort of time when i'd like to talk to you because this is the time when i can formulate my thoughts and actually say what is on my mind. everything i want to say. everything i would say if i were talking to you.

the world makes so much more sense in the dark.