Wide Awake

Still wide awake.

And it seems like everything's still except for the buzzing of the electric fan.

It's 8 minutes before midnight. It takes toll when all you can think of is sleep. You try to lie down and close your eyes. You try and try. But, for minutes than run into hours, sleep doesn't come.

So, you get up and look for things to do. As you force your eyes to tire out, you come up with poems and essays that are too personal. They say too much.

And when at last, it's near sunrise, you feel it. You sleep while the rest of the world wakes up.
One by one, roommates get up until you are left alone in a large room where you alone lie. So, you get up with only a few hours of sleep and try to do what the rest of the world does.

You keep hoping that sleep comes to you at the appropriate time. That's what you did a few hours ago and still, sleep didn't come.

Less Nocturnal

I’m on a roll! Since two nights ago, I was able to sleep early. No more of those “I-have-to-wait-until 3-am-to-feel-sleepy” complaints.

Feels great to be able to sleep early and have enough sleep to start another day’s work.

So I’m kissing my goodbyes to all those insomniac nights! Here’s to more of good night sleeps.

Sanity Breaks

Sanity breaks, I used to call them. Insomnia started the whole thing. At odd hours, I'd nag my housemates to take walks and most of the time, we would find ourselves at the best hang out in Vigan, which is at Herigate Village. We would walk Vigan streets, with cigarette smokes filling our lungs and balut to make up for hours of walking.

Heritage with its cobblestone streets and cozy streetlights saw us in many night and midnight walks. And how hard we laughed at things as we let the hours slip by peeping at antique stores and wooden statues.

Stories were endless and our laughter were the only thing that filled Heritage's silent streets.

And then, things got busier. We moved to different places, only seeing each other when time permits. Those night and midnight walks became less frequent.

Tonight, we revisited Heritage. And much has changed. At least, for the better. But, despite it all, the stories remain endless. But, with so much to do, we can't afford that much time to hang out together.

At ten p.m., it was time to go. Ah, all things change and in those changes, the bond only gets stronger no matter how less we get to see each other.

For one, we share the same struggles. And these are more than enough reasons to keep coming back. Heritage Village to me will always be best place for sanity breaks.