wednesday morning

The obsessive introspection of an insomniac.

The distinctions between insomnia and restlessness have become a blur. The arousal of senses that confirms reality from the abstract are beginning to fade. My consciousness is slowly falling into the cusp of sensory deprived chaos. 

The silence of an unsettled mind is deafening.

Am I awake because there is too much below the surface, or too little?

In a world consumed by materialism and greed, I find myself numb to the ritualistic patterns of modern man. 

As my surroundings dim into obscurity, there is a fire that burns strong.

Untamed, yet composed;
Overpowering, yet liberating;
Vulnerable; yet undisturbed.

Love.