insomnia

The minutes.
The hours.
They go flying by.
...and here I sit awake.

With thoughts of nothing... and everything ...filling my mind... My being.

I wish I could just let it all go.

Go to a place of slumber... of deep solemn peacefulness.

I wish I could be certain.
I wish the days wouldn't fall into my nights.
I wish for heavy eyelids earlier than midnight.

Yet, here I sit... awake.