This was written August 7th, 2008. I used to have so much difficulty sleeping. Even during nap time, I would stay awake and make finger fights.
These days it’s not so consistent, and it has been better since I have been writing again. I feel like I have accomplished something and therefore sleep finds me more easily.
I do still have nights where I do not sleep. I will stay up until 1:00 AM of the next full cycle before it wraps me in its embrace. However it is nowhere near as bad as the poems I used to write represent.
I actually don’t need to be driven in a car or otherwise, and it didn’t take someone doing that, though Megan would — for me to find the person I want to spend my life with.
It is still a nice thought though.
Long Nights.
I didn’t sleep last night.
Just like any night where I lay, exhausted body to sleep.
My whirlwind mind keeps attention in a dreamless reality.
Clinging desperately to unfinished, un-analyzed, arbitrary thoughts.
I will not find sleep, until the sun falls again.
In fact, I never find sleep, it finds me.
I can control it a little more than before.
Sleep used to find me in such opportune times as every class in school.
Every day.
Sleep shies slyly,
smiling, and slipping away.
As my eyelids close and my brain fires into a bustling metropolis.
The one place I have always been able to find rest,
almost instantaneously,
is in the backseat of a moving car.
Maybe one day I’ll meet someone,
just crazy enough,
to drive me around until sleep takes its hold.
On these wonderfully long nights.
Thank you for reading.
Trevor's Notepad 
Unfinished, us analyzed, arbitrary thoughts. I relate to that for certain. The part about Megan driving you was sweet 🙂
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