Sleepless thoughts

As the night creeps over me, I slowly stagger into the night…alive…again. Sleep has evaded me but confusion is once again ever present. The tragedy of tonight is something I hold close which has the power to unravel me or empower me. But, so is the gamble we make with our lives, our eternity so to speak. Stuck between the jagged pitfalls of failure and the ecstasy that keeps me lifted I lunged for something that is greater than me. Revealing the black uncertainty that lies beneath. I am slowly caressed by my cloud of nine as the only means by which I remain afloat. And for all I know the only means by which I remain alive… What did that say for myself? The eclectic nature of my situation leaves me nothing more than afloat with an unreliable support but a chance at something great. A chance I must take. Because a chance is ask we can really hope for…right?

Love.success.happiness,

A tired writer.