I sit here and it feels like an every night routine.

I try to sleep by thinking about sleeping instead of actually sleeping, then my mind drifts elsewhere.

Sometimes somewhere amazing, even magical I could say, and other times, not so much.

I’m more the victim at night, I don’t seem to have much power over my own mind. I sort of let it be and try to sleep but as you can see, it doesn’t work.

Anyways, I look at everything around me and I can retrieve memories relative to whatever it may be.

Everything seems so perfect and everything fits together so well, I couldn’t picture it any other way.

It sort of flows, you know?

Without one, the other wouldn’t be important.

Well, to me, I wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

I’m just here, waiting until something about me sticks to whoever it may be.

Whenever it may be.

I don’t know.