Hatter Musings

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A cacophony of nightly sounds echo in the otherwise silent night.
The moon peeking a boo from the curtain of clouds.
The Night draping it's darkness over the horizon.
The wind gently breezing it's way through the branches,
Swaying the leaves, alive, the fallen, it rustles
My mental discord ceases in agreement
An escape to Dreamscape, my mind orders
A momentary end to my daily toil
For night is at my doorstep.

I literally view my nights this like the insomniac that I am gradually becoming
Sleeping is sometimes a chore.
How do i stop this ??
Suggestions anyone???