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Lying here on my back, I see another sleepless night. My eye lids just won't seem to meet for more than a second, because of the numerous thoughts flooding my conscience.

Am I changing? If so, is this change for better, or for worse? I think to myself. But another part of me, cannot help but think its the you that is changing.

You feel as if you know a person, when in all reality, you know who they want you to think they are. But one day, you get to meet this "stranger", which you thought you knew, for the first time. The irony of it all is that you can't pull yourself away from this "stranger". You feel as though there is something you must fulfill with this "stranger", for prior to the stranger's arrival, everything was perfect.

Or maybe this stranger, surruptitious and unpredictable to you, was just inevitably who the one you thought you knew has grown to be. Sadly for you, the only thing you can do, is bury your head into your pillow, to drown the tears, as the silence of the "conversation" penetrates your soul.

So there you are. Worrying about what is going to happen next. Attempting to cry your worries away. Hoping that these tears will lull you to sleep. You wishfully hope this slumber will be an eternal slumber. One for which you will never have to awaken; where your mind will be at peace forever more. But its not time to snap back into reality.

Change isn't always for the best. But I guess change can help us determine life decisions. Without change, we, as humans, would never get to experience this thing called life. Its difficult to believe how much a little change can hurt a single person; it amazes me how this is so. But, maybe the difference will work out in general. Maybe the string of sleep deprivaty will end...Or maybe, its time for a change...

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If you don't get it, its not really intended for u to know...sorry. Its really for myself, but i'm a blog whore.