My bedtime story

Hectic like city streets when the summer heat awakens it's inhabitants whom are now crazed, attempting to relieve their unquenchable thirsts.

Running wild like children on a playground; jumping from structure to structure and shouting to one another, my thoughts are sporadic and restless.

While the world around me lay still in slumber, my brain refuses to yield.

1am

2am

3am

As I drag my ballpoint across the yellow parchment, the chaos slows to a calm stream of metaphors and similes. With each river bend, the thoughts become smooth and tame.

4am- asleep.