Thoughtless

1:1:46 am ... haunting by roaming thoughts, sleep has not been consistent, my eyes burn, so I squint to see the minute hand tick ... tick ... tock ...as it chases the second. I miss just to break the silence alone in this miserable world. I really wish that I was thoughtless. As the hours creep into early morning trying to wrestle my thoughts and stop memories. Here I lay eyes burning as dawn turns to day.