For the past few nights, I've been staying up way longer than I ought. I stay up because I don't want tomorrow, and all those oh-so-desired responsibilities, to come. And so, by staving off sleeping, I stave off tomorrow from arriving. Bullet-proof logic, right?
Let me tell you another reason why I seem unable to sleep.
It is at night, in the stillness and the silence, that the demons come out to play. In droves do they congregate around my conscious sphere and begin to peck and gnaw at my already waning sanity. They intrude into awareness with memories of perceived inadequacies and of past transgressions. And, unfortunate for me, I find my only recourse is to lay there, paralyzed, and to bear witness to the gruesome massacre scene. These carrion, they pick, not at my flesh, but at the very core of my spirit. They taint, corrupt my heart to the point where my only desire is to excise it and cast it into the very void from whence these demons come.
And so the question is... to sleep or not to sleep? Well, I guess it's not the sleep itself but the transition process into it. Well, there's not much I can do anyway. It's not like I can control the wayward wanderings of my stupid mind and what it wants to recall...
