At night I am active– as active as can be, with no motivation to get out of bed.
I sit in the silence, waiting for my mind to make up for what isn't there.
Sometimes I hear the water in the drains and other times I swear I can hear the electricity coming from the outlets.
Am I really active though?
My thoughts run rapid and I wish to sleep, yet I stay awake.
I enjoy being awake when others are dead asleep.
There is just me.
I don't even know if I like when it's just me. Maybe I just like the feeling of having no responsibility for a short moment.
Yeah.
Maybe that's it.
Existing equals responsibility, responsibility is a part of life and therefore, just like existing—
Responsibility is exhausting.
