07 Jun, 2019
Naked, Insomnia-tic, and Afraid
I lay in bed writing this at 2:00 am and I have come to a shocking sort of self-confrontation.
I have been jugged over the head with a truth and now I am split into many. A procrastinator at heart, and a nihilist raised by a cynical times, will do battle with the small fraction of myself that is Naked, insomnia-tic, and afraid. Deep in the jungles of my mind, a scared beast slows its heartbeats and waits for danger to pass. She dances in and out of life at opportune, safely guarded moments.