reborn

It wasn’t insomnia. It wasn’t boredom. It wasn’t depression. I just couldn’t sleep, all I could do was stare, stare and nod off occasionally. Caught in what seemed like a dream but later found out was more of a reality. It had been quite a few nights. What was real blended into delusional fantasies, hungover hallucinations, alone in the dark of the Pittsburgh basement I hardly recognized my reflection in the mirror. What had I become? I needed to get out, and I did.