If I were to write a letter to insomnia, it would go something like this;
Dear Insomnia, we have shared many years together. Staying up late well into the early mornings. We’ve spent countless nights laughing and crying for no apparent reason. We can easily log hundreds if not thousands of hours staring at the tv. You watch me toss and turn while I try to get some rest, but instead of you trying to soothe me to sleep, you’d rather drag me out of bed. We pace the hallway back and forth, we sit, we stand, we lay, we write and read all while everyone else is asleep. You fill my head with empty thoughts, you trick my mind into thinking I’m not tired. You keep me up when I desperately want to sleep. I thought we did these things together, but now I know you did them to me. It made me realize how selfish you’ve been. Therefore, I think it’s best we go our separate ways. I’ll never forget you or all you have done. Yes, I was faithful to you all these years. But looking back, I should have left you long ago. You haven’t been kind or considerate of my feelings at all. You’re nothing but a liar and a thief. I know I’ll never get back the sleep you have stolen from me or the beautiful dreams that will never be. Excuse me? What’s that you say? You did it all for me? Really? Oh I’m, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, please, just come back to bed.