Insomnia
It’s 4AM and I can’t seem to fall asleep. At least it’s a Saturday and I don’t have to work tomorrow. I guess there are a lot of things on my mind. Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people who just don’t give a f***. I feel like my life is slowly slipping away from me, like the way penciled drawings fade from aged elementary school notebooks.
Speaking of which, I remember once in 5th grade I started out on a writer’s pilgrimage in the form of a serialized novella. It was to be an endearing and timeless account of a tight band of friends and their struggles, triumphs, and moments of sublime self discovery encountered during an extraterrestrial expedition to uncover new worlds. Of course, one of the characters was me (under a pseudonym), and there was this girl who was initially just a good friend, but over the course of the novella… well, I never wrote that far. But looking back, it’s funny to see that my priorities haven’t really changed much– a tight band of friends, and that one special person. Alas, it seems real life hasn’t progressed much further than that serialized novella. And the pages that have been written, I can see them fading…
Someone give me a good kick in the arse so I can get my thoughts out of this spiral and get some sleep.