Insomnia

All day, busy busy busy. No time to stop and think. Mind empty. Running on auto pilot. Robotic. Same routine. Going through the motions. Moving through the day. Then night hits. Things slow down. Silence settles in. Freedom unwinds. That’s when things really get loud. Chaotic. You try to relax. Lay down. Find peace after the day of chores, responsibilities, things to check off your to-do list. But your mind starts running faster than your schedule ever could. Talking non stop. Speaking at the speed of light. Having more than one conversation. About 5 or 6. Maybe more. You lost count. Your eyes are closed. But you can see the words darting around behind your eyelids like it’s a drive in movie. Or one of the projectors they pulled out in school when you were a kid. Why can’t you just have some quiet time. Some rest. You’re always so tired. Unbearably exhausted. Because something is always moving a million miles per hour. Nothing ever stops and pauses. Not even for a moment. A mere second. What a pleasure that would be. I can only imagine. It feels good to picture it. To fantasize about that daydream. At least I can hold onto that. That’s something, you know?