Insomniac

I have always like looking at the morning sun before I close my eyes.

The smell of morning freshness, the gentle soft rays that caresses the neighbourhood's carpark, hurried footsteps of the early workers....the infancy stage of a day's beginning is almost as tranquil as a night's silence. To end my night feeling the warmth of a morning's embrace makes me feel alive.

Due to work, precious nights are a rarity now. Twice a week on my off days, when the body allows, I spend the nights connecting with myself. Sometimes insomnia hits, and I go to work...dazed. Being dazed is good sometimes, it slows down my thoughts and hinders my senses...so I can be more detached, less affected, less sentimental.

A cheap bottle of red and a packet of ciggies are all I need to be alone. With every glass downed, dreams and realities get closer. Problems seem less worrying. I become happier.

No rush. No rules. No one. Just me with myself, puffing away.

One day I am going to pay for all the late nights, drinking and smoking. Then again...we die anyway.

Yawnnnnnnnnnnn.
Going to be a dazy day at work today. Again.

*smile*