Once more, the battle commences… This is my eternal struggle with my bed, or rather, with sleep itself. All I am yearning and hoping for right now is having the ability to slide into a peaceful slumber. It should be a simple task (This is supposed to be simple!) Reclining my self on a chair, slouching, resting and closing my weary eyes. Simple right? NO! It is in this moment, when I enter the realm of taming my racing thoughts is where the true challenge lies. This is the time that my mind becomes active. The memories of our shared nights resurface, and I find myself relating all too well to the notion of the "hair monster." You know, that feeling of being smothered by a fluffy creature, waking up to find strands of hair strewn across your face like wayward tendrils of affection. It was just last night, after we indulged in a few drinks, that she retired to bed. I watched as she succumbed to the whimsical artistry of the "sloppy drunk" style of sleep...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.