When one hears the phrase “night life” most paint their canvas with bright lights, vibrant music, electric dance moves and a second wind of excitement with their squads. Which it is, a
rush of adrenaline pumps the human body as the skies darken. When the parties have ended, most Uber home and fall into their comfy cozy dreams. Crash at 1 am and recharge in an induced sweet slumber until 6 or 7 am. Beautiful.
Well, my night life is painted a bit different from most. While side A is splashed with that fore mentioned gorgeous color scheme, the B side is, well, slightly twisted.
Since my youngster years, I have struggled with the latter part of the night. As a kid those insomnia smashed hours were created from monsters playing scary movies on my mental screen. As I grew older, high hopes that my cranium chaos would chill out was the single wish I placed on every blinking star. No such luck. Those nightmares invited their evil friends to join in the destruction.
Do you know what it’s like to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, hopelessly waiting for the Sand man’s arrival? I do and it ain’t no picnic. Allow me to give you a glimpse of what my night life looks like as you’re off in your sweet dreamland…
Night… the period of time when the chaos of the thoughts that race around at a million miles a minute become boomingly loud as the sunny distractions have temporarily faded away
and the skies bleed black…
The period of time when the demons, dark thoughts and I
engage in an unfriendly game of poker…
The period of time when all of my unanswered questions fuel every fear, doubt and insecurity…
“So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,