insomniac

there’s something comforting about being up at night when nobody is awake…it’s just me, alone with my thoughts. sometimes it can be lonely, but liberation is what i would most describe it as. in the morning when everybody wakes up, i am the girl who makes people smile and talks incessantly about my negligible interests to anyone who will listen. i am the girl who tries to come up with captivating words to say to be a part of something or stay in the conversation. but at night, i can finally rest. i am alienated from the rest of the world, and am alone with my soul. i am pondering over my purpose in life and the meaning of it all— and i am at peace. -c.e.