The hint of early morning light peering through my bedroom window accented the silhouette of my lifeless dormant body.
Tracing my entire existence on the surface of my bed, as I laid there, fully awake,
listening to the untamed beats of my heart, staring at the overview of the trees, I got lost in the humble rhythm of silence.
Reconducting my thoughts through the tunnel of my past, while interfusing the reference of pitch black darkness with the rebirth of slow emerging light,
insomnia never felt so good.
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