Insomnia Rhapsody

2 AM, and still I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. The worst thing about insomnia is that the cliches are all true: sleep evades, regrets gather, time slows - all that.

The day after, though, is strangely peaceful. My brain, too tired to fuss, quiets down, and all the usual noise goes away, so that what I lack in quickness, I make up for in hyper focus.