Thoughts past Midnight

I'm not an insomniac, but I can't sleep, tonight

It's the second of August

It feels like i'm sinking if I lay still, a cataclysmic fall backwards in slow motion

When the only thing you hear is ringing in your ears, the feeling of pressure only seems to press even closer than it dares to in noisy daylight

It's strange, thinking of all the people awake on the other side of the globe, working and busy in the sunlight

There's a strange comfort in staring at the alien abyss of countless stars - A comfort in knowing that over countless lifetimes, others have stared at these same stars.

I wonder what they thought of them

This night is one of countless others, the sun on the other side simply an interruption of one eternal night, one comforting darkness, stretching back to the beginning of it all