The Raging Insomniac
When the sun goes down, the vast majority
of people like to hide underneath their heavy, ivory comforters with a
couple of coffee stains here and there
and they fall into a slumber for
probably about six to eight hours.
They're not gonna wanna wake up.
They're gonna hit the snooze button twice.
They might throw their alarms against the wall.
There are these interesting creatures called insomniacs
who don't sleep because a.) their bodies won't
let 'em, b.) their bodies won't let 'em,
c.) they love exploring the silence that
comes with moonlight, and d.) their
bodies won't let 'em. Their days last for
24 to 72 hours but it's not even remotely
bizarre to them that they're usually
never tired after all of that time
awake and livin'.
Elusive.
Exuberant.
Lonely.
Lonely. When the rest of the world is
dreaming, they're making magic.
And sitting on the hood of my
old truck that desperately needs to be washed
at 7 AM is my favorite thing to do
because when I'm watching the first hint of
light peek out from under the ridges of the Cascade Mountains,
and the rest of my little corner of the universe
is starting to rise,
I don't feel alone anymore.