Sleepless. Trapped. Only my thoughts can entertain my numb mind. Thoughts and images glance through the void inside this cold, empty abyss. Travelling back through time through memories. Emotions split and create, endless novels of season. Visualizing the day, remembering the traumatizing, amazing, or uneventful. Stories, fantasies fly through my mind like an eagle soaring through the frightening winters night, finding freedom out in the dark temperamental fit through the rough night, finding freedom to Remember or create. Temptations to awake through this insomniac mind. through trees brushing against the heartless wind, witnessing my surroundings, I find peace. Being free in the world that never sleeps. Remember or create. A dream.
