I'm laying in bed, ready for sleep. But why won't it come? My mind is racing 1 million miles an hour! Every face every thought every encounter bouncing off of the walls of my mind. My best friend and the way I envy her. The man I hoped to love. My little brother advancing in his life and growing each day. But what have I done? Have I left an imprint on anyone's life? Will anyone cry when I'm gone? Will they rejoice? Will they even miss me? These are the questions I ask myself as I shimmy down And cuddle my stuffed unicorn close. I want to cry. The overwhelming real ness of these thoughts suffocating me and stealing each and every drop of my very being. This. Is. Why. Sleep. Won't. Come.
Love, my insomniac Alter ego
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