Sleepless nights. For no reason I know of. Seeking solutions to problems and questions I do not know of. No answers, just failed solutions. Sleepless nights. Alcoholic beverages, nicotine smogs, and melatonin pills are known to deter restful sleep. Meditative breathing, working out, and warm milk, none of them are proving to help. Restless nights. My mind bounces faster than my heart, to no avail. In nightly silence like these I break open the regrets I forgot about. Fragments of feelings I've visited before. The most meaningless repetition must be this. Or are these pieces to the questions I've yet to visit? Helpless nights. Insomniac solitude leaves me nowhere else but here. In between the inexplicable evenings and ignorant mornings, aimless and fruitless, in stillness of tonight.
Mothagesso.
Mothagesso.
