the times right now is 5:56 am and I’ve had one of those sleepless nights. It may be considered as insomnia but it can just as easily be the two cups of coffee I had when I got home from the library yesterday. funny, when you don’t sleep; days don’t feel so divided but rather, one regular motion of experience.
5 am is beautiful and it’s a shame that we sleep through it. Then again, I suppose it is a beauty because its own scarcity of experience. My part of the world sleeps and verges on awakening to this new day. I remember Oscar Wilde once said how this moment of life, between the two mediums; sleeping & awake lies our true selves. When we temporarily break from our mundane cares. the letters we never send or the letter we have read much too often. the cold park benches and the undone paper work.
Perhaps indeed, the truth of life lies in this one hour and we are all too busy regaining our energies for the useless hours ahead to consider it.
So here be to the insomniacs, the maniacs, the heart broken and the restless.
I hear my brother’s alarm going off in the next room. time to go.
not a new day, but the continuation of motion.