Insomniac.
Insomnia. My ghost. My memories lost, and later recovered. My company unwanted. The killer of my dendrites. The way nature slowly, but surely takes me down. How come that I want to sleep at daylight, and when nighttime comes, I am just as alive as the first time…? Vampire. I have never drank blood. But Vampire I am. The night is my partner. My color. My playground. A cat in disguise. A bat at flight. The darker the night, the lighter my wings. Wish I had night vision, which I don’t. But my senses are learning. As now.