all the lights in households are switched off,

it is dark all around.

i look out my window

count to twenty

and see one car drive around the corner

for a moment there is noise.

besides the whirring of my fan.

and the tapping of the keyboards

as i type this

unable to fall asleep.

heavy and full

i wish it were my eyelids that were drooping

So that I might sleep.

but they are sore

and I have too many grand ideas popping up.

I must write them down.

For fear they would slip away.

So suddenly and quickly like a fish

I just caught with my bare hands.

I have too many ideas.

And too many thoughts that intrude my thoughts without permission.

When all I really want to do is fall asleep.

But I cannot sleep

and that is why I write.

The blaring alarm of a car goes off and disturbs the frequencies of sound.

I wonder what set it off.

I wonder if the owner knows how his car alarm sound like.

What if they all sound the same?

I want to fall asleep.

But my body clock is so screwed.