insomnia
Sometimes at night I can't sleep. Insomnia is a bitch. So my mind starts to race. Thoughts rushing in and out, some lingering, some pestering me. Some thoughts are lost. My entire body is craving melatonin but up top it's the central railway station. My brain is New York. And everyone knows New York is the city that never sleeps. One light goes out another one is switched on. It doesn't matter if in Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens or The Bronx. One thought goes another one gets the role of the protagonist. Trains going from Frontal lobe to Parietal maybe even to Temporal ... Depends how busy the day is. I wish I had access to the security cameras so I could watch this grand play enfold itself. Day after day, night after night. Don't the actors get bored of playing the same theatre piece on repetition?