In time, all this realization will dawn on me. But for now all this thinking, all these thoughts being pondered on is making me tired. There is so much my mind can take until I feel restless; losing track of what’s already been thought of and repeating constant cycles. I’m only trying to separate my mind from reality and inner thoughts that keep me off track. It’s only at night when I think the most with endless limits that I don’t even know.

Nothing really makes sense in my mind when I can’t sleep; depriving myself from sleeping maybe the cause of nonsensical ideas I’ll never grasp fully.

I’ve traveled so far just to escape the walls that have a familiar feel whenever I enter the room. My mind has had enough of all the nights staring in the dark and ongoing thoughts that will never have an end or meaning. Everything has been seen before and the midnight sky finally got over my head and shaded the dark outlines of missing ideas.

Night after night it goes back and forth to the best night of sleep to watching the clock tick slowly until the earth dawns on my heavy eyes. Night finally got my attention when I never closed eyes and was forced to see the after hours of tedious solitude driving me into insanity. All I can ever do is fall into the depths of euphonic sounds behind manifesting words; the man behind words painting pictures as he slaughters canvases with paint.

Nothing seems real after hours; It’s the lack of sleep at these times that make everything sound accurate. I’m depriving myself from seeing induced dreams, or just stuck on unfinished thoughts.