some nights i am an insomniac...
its always something or the other, and in the end nothing but an empty glass that once held my drink left in my hands or a frayed bookmark on page of the book i read. trying to work all night just to finally hop onto a 4:00 am bike journey in search for the much needed chai. the emptiness of the roads feeding the many thoughts running through the mind. some relevant. most irrelevant. the methodical organizer and planner in me is scared that i don't know the future while the adventurous spirit within me is exuberant and buoyant to the point of not caring.
...then begins the day. followed by the night. sleeplessness followed by deep slumber. an endless cycle.
"even a pebble thrown into the water breaks the monotony, causing ripples. i feel the need for a rock to fall!"