Sleepless nights

I'm running around in circles, paving my way in orbits, going no where fast.

In some sort of hysterical and mysterious way, I find rationality in insane thoughts during the silence of the night. The silence that daunts me to the bones beneath the surface of what the eyes can see, is sending me frequencies only mad men understand. The silence that gives due comfort to the restless soul searching for solitude, is speaking in tongues I am not familiar of. This silence is meaningless yet meaningful, a paradox that can only be interpreted with cautious ear.

Be still when the night falls and the stars become your day. You have become just like me with a mutated fucked up body clock due to post summer’s not so free days.