I can’t sleep because of the weight of the galaxy I carry inside my body
I can’t sleep because of the stars that light up in my soul
I can’t sleep because the stars have lost their way to reach the midnight skies
I can’t sleep because of the crack of the dawn in the skies
I can’t sleep when I am awake because I am out here sitting on the ledge staring out at the skies behind my window
Its a clear baby blue sky with an orange stripe painted right across it
I hear the birds chip signalling the start of a new morning
However I can’t get myself to sleep despite the touch of the morning
I am afraid I have fallen into the habit of not sleeping at night due to the chores that keep me busy at night
I have failed to see the beauty in the mornings as I wake up
I see the drapes shut of many of the windows out there, as the drapes start to open, I close mine indicating the world that I am down for my slumber
Never being able to get sleep has only been one of the few problems in my life because that happens almost never but it does happen and when it does, it’s usually the sign of a chaos erupting soon
I don’t know what to do but sitting on this narrow ledge near my window seems to be helping quite a bit
This feels movie like
You know the scene where it’s early dawn or dusk and the writer goes out somehwhere seeking for an inspiration or for an answer to the cosmos exisiting within them.
It feels like that right now except for them, it leads to a big climatic search and for me, it feels ordinarly extraordinary but carries an undertone of a MacGuffin.
I am starring in my own movie, just not without any cameras or an audience to see it all unfold
As I am staring out into the abyss listening to country music, I have realised how beauitful they are, matching up to the slow excitement of the sunrise. I have realized how decieving they can be with thier words but still manage to create a charm in the listner.
Hues of Pink have started to come into the view and I can see a blend of pink, red, orange and white join to create a thin cloud trail spread and strech across the sky
I have stayed up all night to witness one of the many miracles of life uninteionally and can i say was it worth it?
It has but it still hasn’t made me want to lie down and drowse
The blend of colours have now painted itself across the skies, fusion itself with blue evoking different feelings in me
I see that very same blend trail across the skies just like a shooting star plumetting down to earth. What could you be? A symbol, a metaphor?
Universe, would you kindly tell me the mysterious ways in which you work
I have now witnessed the miracle of life