A poetic expression of insomnia; the time spent over analysing the self, and, without warning, falling deep into a night terror.
The interesting thing about the societally-created need to "make money" in exchange for shelter, food, warmth etc. is that most of us never really get a chance to stop and rest and question what any of it is for. In some ways this is the tragedy of modern civilisation. But other times I can't help … Continue reading The Choices in Our Modern Day Tragedy