AWAKE ?

[ BREATHE ] 

The best thing about being insomniac is witnessing the sun rise, 

whilst sitting outside reflecting on your being. 

Thinking about those who are lost in their dreams,

Those who just came out of work, 

The many that just came back from groove whilst others plan second locations. 

Being insomniac feels like you are the world's security.

The only man awake and conscious enough to gather the pieces to make the day whole again. 

But sometimes, it feels like you the only one who didn't get a hug from the universe that day.

The neglect and the wait, thinking that if you are asleep you might miss the hug, 

Thinking that if you are asleep, things will pass you by,

Thinking that staying awake will bring peace, but the oblivion takes you into an abyss. 

I yearn to sleep like the days I came out of the womb. 

The days that sleeping was part of my schedule , my routine, my recharge. 

Now it feels like a constant battle between sleeping enough and never sleeping at all.

The constant desire to be awake because the crippling fear of being paralyzed in your sleep creeps in. 

I yearn for the days that my broken heart or rush hour mind finds comfort in shutting down and allowing me to lose my soul. 

I yearn for the days, I can close my eyes and not feel the springs of the bed holding me down into the mattress. 

The days my pillow is a place of rest and not a plastic bag suffocating me. 

Maybe sleep is a nine-to-five and if you haven't produced enough to drain you in the day, 

You stay awake all night filled with the regret of not doing enough to achieve sleep.