2:31 am
2:31 in the morning…
Another sleepless night…
For an insomniac like me
is not an unusual
kind of
a lifestyle.
A vampire of sorts.
Without the swallowed blood…
Not that I would not take a sip
or a full gulp
of that protein filled
viscus beverage.
Probably is nutritious.
Mosquitoes live just having that.
Leeches, as nasty as they are,
they live on that too.
But I am taking a detour on my discourse here.
What I am talking about is that
night
produces some kind of
effluvious atmosphere.
Somehow breathable gas
that makes me somehow different.
Of what I am
in a ”normal” situation.
I mean
a daytime situation.
Where you have to be ”real”.
At night
I am not real.
I am an alternate version of me.
A darker version of me.
Where I can be the hero…
Or…
I can be the guy covered by shadows…
Diving into the black ocean…
Jumping to the black sky…
Disappearing…
Burned by the extreme heat
of the nearest star.
Or freezing to the Kelvin point zero
at the Pluto moon companion…