Insomnia – Redux
The shimmer of a hundred disembodied spirits murmur outside my chamber window.
The patter of tumultuous rain conjures a whisper that stretches yawning into the night.
Somewhere amidst the cacophony my mind starts to wander adrift in nightmarish landscape. What an inopportune moment to be plagued by insomnia.
Heavy heat presses down my ribcage, indenting the bed I am placed upon. Sleep cannot be forced, for if it does it becomes utterly compromised. Sleep, the minor death we revisit each evening, requires a letting go; a consensual goodbye to the veneer that we call reality in order to willingly enter its twisted mirror image.
So as I lay here, dwelling in my purgatory centrally placed between dreams and waking, my mind shifts to a time years ago. Bright lights flash and the saga of my life begins to unfold.
Insomnia is an enemy that cannot be fought. My Gung Fu is rendered useless.