Is this right? It can\'t be. I think these sleepless nights are getting to me. Time and time again I try, but this loss of sleep twists and tosses my mind. Hello? Can you hear me? This isn\'t how i pictured my life to be. I\'m in a good place, but it\'s come at a cost, and now in the darkness my mind is lost. Turn off the lights as i desecrate my mind, you all know where I\'m coming from, sleepless nights are one of a kind. Birds of a feather might stick together, but in these sleepless nights i find the silence to be better than the noises of the world, to whom i write this letter, so wake up and see like me in a sleepless endeavor
These are the ramblings of a mad man, someone too far gone to comprehend, so if you see like me than you might be someone I\'d call friend. If not, that\'s fine, i promise in time you\'ll one day come to know of the sleepless nights I find myself in, of which I\'ve come to call my home