Is it the noise that woke me or was it the nightmare.

Sleeplessness is not the disease I fight…I fight the thoughts.

Thinking only built up the urgency contained in the initial trigger. Dizzying heights that do not answer any question.

The climb is resisted, for I view the easy way out. Yet the climb never breaks, as I wish to reach a point where it all ceases to matter …everything. Higher up higher up...just a little more.

I failed to realize that the power of the thought was lost long ago... lost in all the answers that I discovered...lost in all the alternatives, lost in all the easy ways out.

Standing uplifted I am not sure what I gained ….