Wide Awake

Mmmph...
that's the sound I make when I can't sleep.

Over the past few years I've had a reoccurring issue of not being able to sleep.

It's a cycle that I can never adjust to.

There would be days where I'd be sluggish.

Then there would be days where I'd pull an all-nighter and still feel like I could take on the world.

It's odd, I know.
I'd always say it has to do with my internal clock, but sometimes it's just because my body is weird.

I'd randomly wake up in the middle of the night with a stuffy nose or a pounding headache, and I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep.

Giving up on sleep, I'd sit at my desk and try to empty everything out of my head.
Poems, doodles, stories, or whatever comes to mind -- it'll be on paper -- until I feel like going to sleep again.

Most of the time it's usually things that run through my mind.

I'm sure you might go through the same.

It gets so tiring.

I want to stop thinking, stop worrying, stop fearing the things that haven't even happened yet.

Hours would go by and the sun would be out.
A night would pass, and another day would come.