Sleepless in Columbia

Insomnia creeps into the mind, pulsing in the veins, keeping these thoughts alive. Creating the breaths that live between each sigh of frustration, quiet cultivates inside of an empty chamber where the silence reverberates back to a solemn heart. Counting the dust specks that collect on the ceiling, one wonders how old one has become in the time past. Questions such as these, that hold little meaning and certainly no real answer, become the sleepless as the sleepless seeps into insanity's grip. Time is a threatening factor when there is no time to rest, to reset, or even to forget. Instead -- life stares you in the face even when you close your eyes (for closing your eyes does not substitute for an unforgiving mind)... you can hear its heart beating as worthless dreams never reach the unconscious, although deemed vital to one's well-being. Never missing a moment, life becomes even longer. Embrace? Or rinse it all down in a glass of water.