I almost enjoy not sleeping anymore.  It somehow makes my mind clearer, as if it becomes too difficult to concentrate on so many things.  And so my mind allows thoughts to travel paced and one at a time.  It's better this way.  The noise stops and I can hear myself again. 

I was awake for so long last night thinking every calloused thought.   Who shall I reward forgiveness?  And on whom would it be wasted? What of the person  I never was, but pretended to be for a while?  The angels I insisted bless my life have surely lost in altitude because of her.   What of them?

These things close my eyes and lay to waste all things I thought weighed so heavily here. 

Peaceful again, I sleep.  And wake to find disturbances evolved.