Dream of the Insomniac

Sleep is taunting me just out of grasp. Infuriating and annoying at a time when neither are particularly necessary nor are they welcome. Besides, why would I want to rest when there are so many thoughts ripping through my head at once? Today's problems and yesterday's memories dancing upon the strata of a thousand sleepless nights. There is nothing else to do but stare into the darkness waiting for it to extinguish the burning embers into cool gray ash.