The Unsettled Stillness Of The Mind.

Find the void. It has become my nighttime mantra. Chamomile tea, warm milk and honey have no sway with these torments. Trust in the comeing of the dawn I have told myself. Yet even that is begining to fade. I scream out a silent curse . For a full nights rest. I hate the night. My body starts to function on a semi robotic state . No longer human and definetly not artifical intellegence. As I toss in the night, be it in the cold depths of winter or the sweltering heat of summer, the blankets always end up on the floor my body covered in a sheen of sweat
Come to me Morpheus, I beseach you task the nebuchanezer to my chambers,depart with me safely ensconsed with in the embrace of sleep.