I can't sleep at night. I dispise even trying anymore. Every time I go to bed and drift into the realm of the dreaming, my mind is bombarded with millions of questions. Thousands of thoughts. Questions of love, God, time, and even life itself.

It's nearly impossible for me to sleep when the questions that define my life are so quickly consumed by it. How can I find peace when my my mind is spinning a million miles a second with different views and lies and truths and facts and fictions and they are all trying to fight for dominance of my conscious state. How can I rest when my head is tossed into Limbo?

Instead of sleep, I toss and turn and lay there, agonizing over every detail that crosses my mind. Thinking too much causes tear-stained sheets. I just want to sleep. Just for one day. But the dieties in my head always launch a new attack late at night causing heavy battle when there should be peace.

The battle rages on until dawn as piece by piece I try discovering my true self. The hours tick away and soon enough, it's morning and I am allowed rest. And when I wake from sweet, sweet slumber, I walk about the earth with an emptiness in my mind as I go about my existence.

Yet when night falls, I know that the battle will be resurrected. Opposite feelings, opposite truths, opposite lies will fight each other at full force, and in the morning, I will be left with nothing. Will I ever sleep again? I've given so much of my body in this questto find myself. Now I fear that I will lose too much of my mind...