Chpater 1

It’s about 3 AM and there’s a thunderstorm outside on this Monday morning. They say on the radio that there’s a severe thunderstorm warning until 3 AM, but the storm hasn’t ended. I haven’t slept at all this night…morning or whatever it is now. I don’t know why I haven’t been able to sleep lately, my sleeping pattern has been really messed up and scattered.

Insomnia is not a very fun thing to deal with, but hey, someone has to deal with it, right?

To keep myself focused, I brought my big bag of Skittles upstairs that my mom had bought be a couple days ago. I’m surprised I haven’t finished the bag yet, but glad I haven’t. I enjoy the fruity flavors and all the bright colors, tasting the different parts of the rainbow. Hopefully, there will be a rainbow worthy of shining after this thunderstorm. Maybe they’ll be a pot of gold at the bottom…I wish I could go find out.

The storm is mostly over now, just the last of the thunder is rolling across the sky. The lightning is done and over with, but I still have no urge to sleep.

My left arm is starting to tingles, since I’ve been propped on it for quite awhile now. It’s raining now, drip drop go the raindrops. I like the sound of rain, it’s soothing and it helps me concentrate. The rain makes it’s own music, the drops themselves as they hit the pavement. Each drop has it’s own sound. Thunder is still cracking in the distance, a boom shook my house and freaked me out. But I’m alright now.

My mother is awake for some reason, maybe she can’t sleep just like me. I wouldn’t know. I’m not in the best of terms with her at the moment, but I’ll be sure to fix it when I feel the need to.

It’s about 3:30 AM now and I’m getting a wee bit tired. It’s hot in my room, that’s one of the reasons I’ve been awake most of the night and this morning. Another reason as to why I’m awake is that my mind is thinking too much and I don’t know how to make it stop. I guess it’s a good thing that I think a a lot. I’ve always been a dreamer and had a big imagination when I was younger. A lot of things have inspired me to be who I am today. My dreaming has always taken me to a better place, as to leave the reality that I must face each day. I dream about the places I wish to live instead of where I currently am. I’m glad to be a dreamer than to be nothing at all, even though I may feel like I’m nothing at times. I am who I am, I think and feel what I want and I am trying to change. My change will have an impact on everyone around me, make them proud and happy of me for once, instead of having them accuse me of my bad attitude and mistakes. People must understand that everyone makes mistakes and I have learned to live with those mistakes enable to make progress in my transformation.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Beautiful, honest, sad, true, emotional, sensitive......just a few words I would use to describe this work...(and you)....you know, I feel this way often, and am currently working on a plan to appreciate myself more.....'cos you know what, we're all so amazing and our "imperfections" are what make us so interesting.......watch the film "Good Will Hunting"......it is like therapy........:)

[Kira]

This is different. But I like it. Your writing style, especially in a very present-tense, sensory application, is actually...soothing. We've got rain and thunder over here right now, so I feel a little closer to this sleepless piece...