Sunday, 31 March 2013

Insomnia, when nights stretch out to become infinite moments. And nights for her were similar, undying. She’d sit there, in the same spot, night after night; filling sheet after sheet of unappealing white with words that poured out from the depths of her mind. Breaking complex thoughts into simpler words and shaping meek opinions into pretentious ones. Quite a sight she was, if someone could see her in that hour of the night; bend over a notebook by the glow of a bedside lamp, hair hanging in loose strands all around her face, hands scribbling furiously as if time wasn't enough to pen all her contemplation on paper and an ever present cup of coffee going cold beside her. All she could do was write before the dawn broke, ignoring everything; the hush around her always sustaining, the occasional shot of pain in her head and incredulous bearing of hours as they passed; all too soon.
As the first of the lights appeared the stars still in presence, she looked up, skeptical, as if the time had passed away in a blur. She sighed in disbelieve as people begin to stir, putting an end to her peaceful ruminating.



  1. Insomnia can be lonely ... and frightful !!!

  2. You capture brilliantly that magical element in the night-time that makes thoughts come alive and words flow.

  3. That is the kind of life I think I would actually quite enjoy. To work away through the night, and then be surprised to see the dawn.

  4. Stupendous description!!

    Loved it :)

  5. Your descriptions, they just run like a movie before my eyes. So prefect.

  6. Now I realize why you sleep so late! :P Butt he way you have put it, is incredible. Nights are always a fantasy, where dreams with open eyes work quite fast. And I hope your this dream of writing, land you among stars :)

    1. Hahaha, yes now you know! Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me! Thank you! :')