Insomnia

My thoughts are coming at me slower and nebulous. But there's this electricity of excitement clinging onto the morning mist. It's an intangible aura. A feel good current. And it was the dazzling sparks of lights that kept me running last night, but that's aside the point. I've just come to like the points of bright heat all over my body. And I'm so frail and indecisive and lost most of the time but my heart drums a complicated beat that never falters; that's a certainty I can never be scared of. Sometimes I can close my eyes and pretend that I'm an incredible force of nature, positively unstoppable. I'm just so guilty of investing so much time in conjuring up stories in my mind. There's a subtle uproar in my head but I'm physically so still. A picturesque image of a calm so serene, but really, it's just the lack of sleep.