Insomnia

My thoughts are scattered; a thousand tiny pieces of a puzzle I cannot figure out. I find myself laying awake at night staring at the ceiling counting the imaginary numbers I pull from the air. The street lights dance like ghosts on the wall, teasing me as I contemplate dreaming. I toss and turn eager to float away yet complexity hovers over simplistic desires. I divulge the unknown; an impending future I do not have control over. How do they linger when they otherwise pass so quickly?

{Sleepless Nights}