Unable to sleep. Sitting here in front of this computer I am typing away to glory!
Reflecting on my life at 3.02 am. Why? What? How?
Do I have answers? Will I ever have? Don't know.
Why is it so difficult at times? Why do I have this unsettled feeling? Maybe because it is so very late. But then I have been like this for some days now. Depressed. Morose. For no apparent reason. Or there is? The questions I do not want to answer for myself, how do I expect others to understand? Can anyone? And why not? Maybe I am rambling? Maybe I want my mind to be read. My problems to be solved without my uttering a word! Arn't I expecting too much? Am I?