Insomnia Rant

The night arrives, it steals my inhibitions away.

I watch them leave and the chains which lock the butterflies

of my soul are broken and I am released.

Free to fly around the room and do as I wish.

My body enters into a weightless state and stares at the darkness

replaying the days events in a constant loop.

The butterfly, my soul, leaves my body to be and go out into the world

to seek out truths which they are not allowed to see while chained within me.

Everyone of them is a dream and unfortunately they don't all come back every morning.

Some die, some get lost, and some run away.