It's 3:45 am.

In bed I lie tired of lying, tired of lies, drained of energy of trying to sleep. Ironic, since sleep is what regains energy.

I toss and turn thinking of a certain someone, thinking of certain somethings, of things that some certainly couldn't comprehend. I pretend to understand the feelings hidden through pretend actions of friendship and happiness. Smile falsly at the falsities of love and not love and not being loved and not loved by being someone who acts in actions pretended falsly to hide feelings that are yet understood.

I find myself falling, though not falling asleep, a sleep that would be more or less restful for this restless soul who in his unrest becomes a night walker. Walking the good night to say goodnight to anyone who will listen.

Silence falls, nothing but the ticking clock. Good night. Good night.