As I lay in my bed I twist and turn to find my comfort zone but I fail to reach it. My pillows all over , my sheets with more wrinkles than a desert, my eyes bleeding crimson red. What can explain this feeling of unrest and anxiety ? Time feels as if seems to exist, but the second hand continues to creep. Night slowly turns into day , and a beam of light illuminates through the crevasse of the sky. My first sleepless night in months. I wonder if my insomnia is back , or if my mind body and soul are at conflict with one another. Whatever the case maybe , I’m awake writing this excerpt from my life story.
Thoughts are relaying around my mind but there is a lack of contingency. It feels like I am breaking the laws of physics and all time and space by traveling through my memories. Each crossroads that I come across leads me to another time in my life where I find myself lost. I saw me two weeks ago, turned into two months , then two years. This trend continues and what I have observed is that I am still on the same path. Could it be destiny that keeps me on this path or is this the result of my poor decision making that has ket me here ? Ihave never been so certain about my uncertainty than now.
