Another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night followed by another early morning. So many thoughts that seem to want to be thought in the dark all while the world sits in frozen quiet. Everything that led here has grown cold, but still makes its presence felt. Tick. Tock. Rushing by and standing still. What am I so afraid of? The future can’t be any worse than the past. At least with the past we can pretend about its certainty.

How the seconds drag on while the hours sped by. It’s never as calm on the inside as it is on the outside. I’d tell you a secret, but I’m afraid to hear it out loud. Where to start? Never at the beginning. We could start again, but we already finished too soon. Did you hear that? It was probably nothing more than late night imaginings. But while you’re here could you check the doors and widows? Maybe stay a bit? It is so awfully lonely in here. We always have the same visitors, seems there is never anyone new.