This feeling is repetitive.
When the lights are out,
and the world seems to be asleep.
My mind likes to speak,
when the stars are shining,
or when the cloud cover is illuminated by the moon.
My mind is working,
when the body’s attention is occupied.
My thoughts are flowing,
when the night sky looms closer.
My midnight dreams
are made into reality
when I resist the closing of heavy eyelids.
They are created and formed
through sleepless nights.
Writing a Paige 