I hate being up at this time of the night. I’m occupied, as my mind is running wild with thoughts whilst I’m physically drained more than ever. It’s moments like these I contemplate and analyse my day, my problems or my life in general. I don’t know how I feel right now, though I do know something is missing and without it, I’ll feel forever incomplete.
I love listening to the sound of raindrops whilst falling asleep. Its a sweet lullaby that soothes my ears, and calms my mind before I escape reality.
While I’m sleeping there’s no stress, no sorrows, no worries. For during that moment in time, I can breathe. It’s as if I’m living again and nothing matters. That sweet moment of time simply captures all the problems, allowing it to wander into the air. Peace over rules me. I can breathe again. I can breathe. As I wake up from my fantasy that precious moment slowly fades. Nothing has changed, reality hits me. Repeat.