Night Terrors

Sleep deprived but never sleepless. Wakeful but never an insomniac.

Its a weird plane to exist on sometimes.

I've learnt to love night hours and the journey of the dark. The way the stars can dance or shelter in infinite and complex arrangements, changed irrevocably by simply the most mundane shift in the breeze. Or the way the light and the tone of the clouds alters so subtlely in every hour after one.

I know people often fear that they will never wake up from slumber but, in truth, I fear sometimes that i'll never go to sleep.

Or maybe that i'll like it better that way.