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The 3AM. Disease

I sit, in a cocoon of blankets, wide awake experiencing the wee hours of the morning.

An African musician playing bongos in my head.

I sit. Staring at my wall adorned with the symbols, the words, the colors that describe me. the things that I love.

And I think, I think about absolutely nothing but everything at the exact same time.

Life.
Death.
Our purpose.
Family.
Friends.

You may ask or wonder how this is possible, to have a brain so filled with thoughts their spilling out of your ears but a brain so dreadfully dry and unoccupied at the same time.

I\'ve fallen ill at the hand of the 3AM. Disease