I should be sleeping but I am beyond wide awake right now.
Tomorrow I will once again feel the dreary and the drudge of the day, but that is still a very long few hours away.
It take me until bedtime to wake up, to get the gist of the day, to get in the swing of the hang.
I spend the day in a haze, steering through the fog of the motions, until it is finally time to call it quits. When I can give my mind peace and solitude, it start the race it pumps the gas, it competes against the unseen assailants of the nights, like a ninja in the darkness the brain races to a start line, the end nowhere in sight.
Some day I will catch on to the rhythm of the living. For now, I follow the drums of the night.