“The stillness of the dark night seeps deep into my bones. Laying upon this hard rooftop, I gaze longingly into the black abyss. My body is quiet, but my mind is forever racing. Thoughts come and go like shooting stars grazing the envelope of this silent night. I’m tired. I’m ready to succumb to the dream state that eagerly awaits me at the edge of my eyelids. But hours have passed and my musings still soar through the sky at galactic speeds. It’s both a blessing and a curse to be chained so heavily to my relentless writing mind. Every part of my body seeks rest, but there is no rest when my ruminations get their creative itch. The need to outsource my ideas onto paper grows stronger as my fingertips freely bleed ink. My solace tonight is knowing that once I’ve written down everything that impedes sleep, my mind will sweetly drift into the playground of my subconscious and frolic with the beauty of my imagination. Until then, my ideas continue to etch themselves through both time and space as they travel to their destination upon lined paper laced with thousands of familiar words.”
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