Zero Gravity in Bed

It's a long way up and a short way down. This statement is certainly the truth. 11:00 p.m. comes and goes like a worm in the forehead. Serenity, what is it exactly? There has been no peace since the beginning of time. Sleep or lack thereof obviously reflects this much. Well, some people work to live and others live to work. Could this be the maxim that disintegrates us all in the end? You know that feeling so well as it hits close to home, the one where you are dog tired from follicle to nail, but cannot slumber. You try to count merits or regrets, but nothing seems to bring you rest. The big sleep is near. It is woven into the pillow where your cheeks fall into a heap of exhaustion.  It's just the wind rapping at the window, but  jesus christ, is sounds like a tornado from the confines of your neurotic skull. Try to craft something less sinister this time. It could very well be worth all of the trouble that took you down without asking one question.