insomiac

i never considered myself as an insomiac eventhough i usually go to bed at 5. until now.

i prowl the streets in between the now and tomorrow, preying on the dreams of those who lie in their beds, trying to find the cure for my own restlessness. i see the fantasies and the illusions and i laugh at them, jealously, bitterly, knowing they were also once mine. i hunt these who haunt me endlessly and i corrupt them for the delusions that they are. and i smile as the child cringes in fear that these nightmares are for real and that the morning has ceased on existing.

not good at being scary. :)

it's 4:30. i have to rest. goodnight.