It’s 3am and I can’t sleep. Again. Most nights it bothers me. Not tonight. I feel strangely comfortable, for reasons I can only guess at. I don’t care too much though, as long as I’m winning – plenty of time to seek the truth when you’re down and nearly out. And boy, have I sought answers to the grandest of questions. Little solid in 28 years, and what has been sold as solid is judged as thus by my very own footprints. Yet tonight I form no questions. Like every other night, silence slams existence in my face, yet for once I don’t rebuke the mind that cannot sleep.
