Insomnia For the nights I lye awake in my bed, wondering how I got here. My #life isn't perfect, far from it. The thunder's rumbling like the thoughts in my head, as the lightning flashes like memories of the past. Rain drops slamming against the window, falling down like the tears in my eyes. Listening to the deep breathes my body takes. When the lightning flashes, it sends chills down my spine. A wave of unsettling butterflies swarm in my stomach, watching my whole room light up. I peer over at you but your in a dead sleep, laying on your side, your chest slowly rising. You look so peaceful. You're so innocent, not knowing the storm outside, or who it's infecting. I'm envious. I too want to sleep on my right side. But God does not allow me. I must stay awake for hours on end, suffering what lies ahead. Insomnia. With my luck, how could I not suffer from it? I can't stop yawning. The pain shooting from my left arm returns. My eyelids don't seem to be wanting to stay shut. So far, my summer looks odd. At least I'm out of the hell hole school. No more idiotic staff. No more drama. No more me. High school is a chance to start over, re-invent myself. I mustn't go down the wrong path. Trying not to wonder past the rocks, where all the druggies go to smoke. I've always been avoiding the crowd. Everyday my twitch comes back, when I shift my nose to the left. That's my nervous twitch. I tend to catch myself doing it before delivering a presentation, or when I look into the eyes of the one I love. I may just be fourteen years old, but there's more chapters in my #life I haven't reached. Like this one I now finished. With one last comment. The storm has stopped, and now I may sleep.