It's 3.32a.m. the kind of time which makes me vulnerable, prone to anything.
There is something odd with nights, usually around this time, it leads me into a deeper dimension of my mind, for seeking the answers of the questions which are not fathomable.
Eerie how the attitude you attach to yourself during the day is left behind at night.
Possibly something to do with I dont know what and it is so frustrating to not know how does it all work?
Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling for unanswered questions, my eyes twitch and the hands of the clock ticks, to my surprise I lose my appetite for sleep.
Tossing in my bed, cuddling in the sheets, shaking my head off to doze off to sleep, I make many ill attempts before I can finally sleep.