as insomnia creeps over me, it starts first with my sense of hope.
as i ponder what it is that i am hoping for,
i begin to feel anxious at the ideas that i am not
giving
myself
hope.
not even the hope that i may be hoping for.
my heart trembles.

i am but a commoner in a land of royalty, i worry.

i have built the largest strongest walls that no one, not even my own love can climb.
i worry.

my technicolor dreams proceed the muted reality that surrounds me.
i.worry.

and my entire body aches in fear.

i can skip around.
i can skip town.
i can rage rage into the dying of the night.
...but will i find peace?

i know no rest at times like these.
times my heart is lost in hoplessness and my body is crippled in fear.

oh, the drama.
the drama of wishes.
the drama of missing

you.