ramblings of a night time daydreamer...

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  1. terrahugstrees

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    sleepless nights.
    restless feelings.
    a little lost in my element.

    awake.
    my mind never sleeps.
    my body never rests.
    always on the go.

    away from people.
    all on my own.
    the minutes pass by
    much slower at night.
    or so they do in my mind.

    caffeine.
    a good friend mine.
    or maybe
    an enemy..?

    my mind
    in a constant fog.
    yet somehow more observant
    and tolerant than ever.

    the trees
    cast shadows around me.
    the moon and his stars shine overhead.
    sometimes radiantly lighting up
    all the nights sky.
    sometimes revealing
    but a shiny sliver.
    somehow
    I find it is still enough to get by.

    daydream.
    ironic as it might be
    I find to do much of, during the long hours
    of the night.
    wandering mind…

    wandering soul…

    aimlessly, I wander…


    sleepless nights.
    the slow passing of time.
    caffeine.
    constant fog.
    trees.
    the transitioning moon above.
    daydreaming
    and wandering.

    just a few of my favorite things…

    sometimes I find it hard
    to sleep.
    I cannot recall the last dream
    I had during my slumber of the night.
    but i remember
    dreaming.

    maybe my mind has a
    mystery for me.
    I search for clues.
    answers.

    I become
    for the first time
    aware.

    don’t close your eyes.
    what if I miss it..?
    awareness.

    barefoot, walking
    on the cool crisp grass below.
    it feels
    delicate.
    and the smell unreasonably
    reminds me home.
    I miss home.

    driving down a dark highway
    through the long hours of the night.
    nothing but time.
    nothing but thoughts.
    getting to know myself…
    hopefully
    bettering myself…


    my guitar.
    she keeps me company
    when I am alone
    and cannot sleep at night.
    most nights
    we make beautiful noise.
    just the two of us.
    a baffling bond between us.
    getting to know one another.
    is it strange..?
    conversating with ones guitar…

    am I getting closer?
    do I have a goal?
    what am I dong…

    light my stick of nicotine.
    Addiction.
    one of my Flaws, one of my
    Weaknesses.
    of these things I have many.
    of this I am sure.

    the days come and go
    just like any other.
    but I anticipate the night
    and what it may bring…
    ready to continue this game of mystery
    that the night and I play.

    listening to the sounds.
    noise of the night.
    my refuge has a different tone
    in the early hours of the morning.
    running pipes, creaks, the conditioning of air…

    slowly becoming aware…


    dreams.
    mystery.
    slowly becoming aware.
    bare feet.
    grass.
    the smell of home.
    driving.
    bettering ones self.
    conversating, with my guitar.
    nicotine, addiction, flaws, weaknesses.
    games.
    sounds.
    the conditioning of air.

    just a few of my favorite things…

    sleepless nights
    induced by curiosity..?
    of what experiences the night might bring..?
    could it be that my fear of sleep
    derives from my wanting to live?
    knowledge of life.
    wanting to learn.
    wanting to do.

    am I tired?
    no.
    I’ve never been more awake in my life.


    -terra
     

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