Once again, I stare aimlessly at the shaded ceiling through partially closed eyes.
Following the splashes of light and sliding shadows created by the passing vehicles, focus shifts around the room without purpose.
My mind meanders pointlessly, jumping from thought to thought. Churning up the past and hoping to form it into a better future, then pondering philosophically on illogical matters in hopes that I may stumble upon a groundbreaking idea.
Each spontaneous moment threatens to inspire a dream, transitioning me gently into slumber, but then that train of thought is derailed by the realisation that I am still fully conscious.
I share my frustrations on social media to pass the time, but hope that the notifications from responses don’t prove to be counterproductive at that crucial moment when sleep finally finds me.
This mind of mine, my most valued asset is both a gift and a curse, the inescapable paradox, renders me an enigma unto myself.

In the end, I’m reminded of the ineludible fact…..

I’m STILL wide awake!!!