At 04:45 am

Insighted insomnia has been drifting my thoughts for several hours. Kingston Walls and Hanoi Rocks tell me stories about love, hate and rock and roll.

In my darkest moments… I need a revelation, divine illumination to come my way…

Glasses of water are flowing through my tainted body. I feel the hunger for something warm and cozy, the sunlight is playing on the wall of the house front of mine. It’s brighter than the mid-day of winter, it’s sun shining, but the city is sleeping. Expect an random insomniac.