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It's 2:16am...

It's 2:16 am. Early morning. Late night. Whatever you want to call it, I am a night owl. My mind is far more creative at night. What I see and feel is more poetic and beautiful. I share a part of my soul when my thoughts become merged with the reality of a sleepless night. Insomnia. Nauseating dizziness. A faint headache. Bloodshot eyes. The burning sensation of a night without sleep despite being awoken far to early just the morning before.

I sit here in my office, trying to force my mind to silence itself so that I may place my computer in sleep mode so that I too may reach a beautiful repose. Yet, it is so hard to quite my thoughts when there is so much on my mind. Stress is a killer. Literally. I feel the toll it is taking on my body. Too many late nights. Too many misunderstandings. Far too little social interaction.

One day things will change. One day things will be different. One day I will be free of the cage that binds me both physically and emotionally. I will be free and I will be me...