Insomnia

You try to close your eyes, seeking refuge from the strain.
But still a force forbids you to have your retreat.
You’re helpless. You remain awake.

It’s exactly 4:41 am in this Tuesday morning. I have school in about 4 hours and yet I can’t sleep.

I spent hours staring at the dull ceiling of my bedroom, every minute driving me to complete restlessness. I grow weary and tired, struggling to attain the burden that has been set upon me this point in time. I’m troubled by my condition. Is there hope to cure me from my frailty?

Although this has drained some of my life force, I’m having numerous instances where I could contemplate on occasions which reside in my past, my present and my immediate future.

Maybe my incessant pondering has caused this ill faith. Perhaps. But I didn’t blame it.

I do seek for solitude now because this is tiring. Until I’ve attained much peace, I should stay here conscious, wondering through nowhere, lost in the depths of my illusions, and waiting for the sun.

- Rasui Akira