The words hit this paper like a drag off of a freshly lit Lucky Strike slaps you upside the head, turning your life upside down in mere seconds. My phone reads one am, which in my mind is shortly followed by two. I should be sleeping but its become rather elusive recently. My mind sits here racing as so few words actually make their way onto this bleached white paper. The faint smell of a wildfire fills my brain for a moment, peace within a clouded head. Shadows dance on the fence across the yard. My cigarette rests between my lips, still warm. i feel calm, I feel serene, I feel worried, and yet I still feel as if I am one.

Apologies if its weird or anything, its one am and I can't sleep.