0209 Hours

It's two in the morning and I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. But I need to. Dyou know that feeling when you have a thousand thoughts drifting through your head and a million feelings twirling in your chest and you desperately try to make sense of some of them? Lying in the dark, staring at light reflected on your ceiling from outside and listening to the rain and the wind and the cars on the wet streets, wishing to fall asleep so that you may forget about the things you think you should have done differently or not done at all, turning every stone of regret, again and again. For once, I'd like to go to bed and not regret a thing. Right now, I wish I could just sleep and dream.