In the sleepless hours, unresolved worries act as beads in the insomniac necklace.
Like movies at the drive in, needles-in-haystacks, misplaced keys, unwarranted fears and unearned trophies get projected inside our skull.
Things that don’t quite fit, haunting questions, existential confusions, sneaky suspicions and imaginary insults expand exponentially into a self-important möbius band of non-precious stones pretending they are rubies and sapphires.
Random concerns fixate our attention until, before we know it, the sun is lazily creeping over the horizon, signifying the end of another sleepless night.
Desert Dweller 