What Keeps Us Up

The quiet hum of the screen, a pale luminescence against the drawn blinds. Hours bled into one another, marked only by the shifting glow, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of keys. What is this unseen tether, this invisible current that snatches sleep from the edges of our minds? Is it the unfinished sentence hanging like a question mark in the digital void? The endless scroll, a hypnotic river carrying us further from the shores of rest? Or is it something deeper? A craving for connection in the silent hours, a phantom echo of voices in the digital ether? A fear of missing something in the world that never truly sleeps? The weight of unspoken words, the anxieties that bloom in the darkness, nourished by the blue light and the endless stream. We are night owls, or perhaps just caught in the web, spinning longer than we intend, until the first hesitant blush of dawn finds us still awake, wondering where the night went, and what exactly kept us company. ©bfa051925