Once upon a time, Amina was a girl who suffered from insomnia *in case you didn’t realise, I am referring to myself*

I remember laying in my bed for hours on end…begging for sleep…watching the clock tick – thankfully, that time in my life is over!!! I spent most of that time hearing EVERYTHING (I’m not even joking) and I would lay there and just bare all my emotions out to my notepad.

Today’s post is inspired by one of my many sleepless nights. It didn’t make any sense to me at the time. I’m not even sure it makes any sense now but I’m sharing it anyway.

Its quiet
Its really quiet
Every sound is noise
Vibrating rhythms too loud for my ear
I can hear
I can hear everything
The little sound that comes with each breath I take

I hear it
The wind outside
Blowing the leafless trees
They complain
The bare branches
Each wind colder than the last

Flaps
My curtains, they flap
Flap as the wind thuds on my window frame

Water…
Drops of water

Peace…
No, not really
Noise
Its noisy
In my head
Jumbling words…
Undecided

My thoughts…. Unparalleled

Creaks
Someone coming up the stairs
Interrupted by someone calling my name
I ignore

Eyes closed, trying to get back to the things in my head
Where was I?

Yes, unparalleled
Happy yet so sad
Full yet so empty
Peace yet so much war
Straight yet so crooked
In sync yet so unprecedented

*high pitched scream*

This….
This I miss not

Sense
Not sure I’m making any
Coil
Re coil
Retract
Revenge