Insomniac Heart
She lay in her bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as the moonlight filtered through the window and bathed her room in an ethereal glow. The night was still, the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves outside her window, and the distant hoot of an owl. But for her, there was no peace to be found in this idyllic scene.
For weeks now, she had suffered from sleepless nights, her mind racing with thoughts and worries that refused to let her rest. She tried counting sheep, listening to calming music, and even drinking warm milk, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if her mind had become its entity, separate from her body, and determined to keep her awake.
As she lay there, watching the stars twinkle through the window, she couldn't help but feel a sense of envy for the natural world outside. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, the flowers bloomed and withered in their rhythm, and the animals slept soundly, unencumbered by the burdens of human thought. They were free to exist in a state of pure instinct, guided by the natural world around them.
She longed to be like them, to let go of her worries and simply exist at the moment. To embrace the beauty of the world around her, and find solace in its simplicity. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the thoughts that plagued her mind, and the sleepless nights continued.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, she finally closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into a fitful sleep. But even in her dreams, her mind continued to race, and she woke up feeling just as exhausted as she had the night before.
Night, oh, I desire your serenity,
Allow it to be within my essence,
hast it rule this clustered nullity,
Quell this dreary intelligence.
— Sterling Frost
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Midnight Musings: Proses and Poetry
PoesiaA haunting book of proses and poetry, offering a poignant glimpse into the restless mind of a young girl who struggles to find solace in the silence of the night.
