A Different Kind of Insomnia…
It’s 1:00 am…Again…
I am visited by the eternal prodding of insomnia, yet another night.
A different kind of insomnia than I am accustomed to though…different from my familiar, longstanding, nightly wrestling matches with my racing thoughts and worry clad emotions. Absolute saturation of my mind, causing a restless torment of theories, and schemes to resolve all of the myriad of complexities in my overwhelming life.
Tonight is different…The insomnia that has transformed and emerged every night for many months has grown extended branches of crooked intensity. Depth of expression reaching beyond the boundaries of my previous abilities, brings elation to my soul. I am lucid and hyper-sensitive to the small things, every detail magnified and clearer.
My breath…my vision…all of my senses overloaded…
I am truly awake. Reality of the past has been shaken. I feel more, and feel despair with the idea of missing a second of my life to sleep. Not a conscious choice, but a subconscious twisting of a condition that has adapted for a new purpose.
Insomnia has become a catalyst for growth…
The very heavy burden I have dreaded fighting every night, has emerged a beautiful release of my inner self I thought was gone for eternity.
