ramblings of a night time daydreamer...

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