Nights are always the most challenging.
It seems like lately I can’t sleep. Maybe it’s too much energy.. maybe it’s too many things on my mind.. maybe I need a therapist.
Maybe it’s the universe playing tricks on me because I used to get so upset that you never came to bed and would stay up all hours of the night.
And now, here I am.
I’m all out of sorts because I don’t quite know what to make of this new… habit? Is that even the right classification? My mind just starts spinning and circling around all the thoughts within my past, current, and future life. I fear that I’m so paranoid I’m going to miss out on something important that I’m failing to see it’s already happening in front of me. Yet, I cant. stop.
I’m so tired.
Or, am I?
I don’t even know anymore.
The dreamer and optimist in me wonders if there is someone else out there, pacing back and forth in their living room, aimlessly staring out their window at the stars peeking through the clouds, who also can’t seem to get any rest. Someone who feels lonely, someone who wants to do and be better, someone searching for someone else … just to talk to.
You’re not alone.
I’m [not] alone.