can’t fucking sleep

i have the urge to go on walks sometimes late at night. i don’t know what it is about the nightfall that incites me to roam the empty streets of my neighborhood. perhaps precisely because they are empty. perhaps because they provide a circuitous escape from the confines of my house, an exchange of the dust resting on my window sill for the free-floating speckles of dirt that have yet to vex it. perhaps more accurately so, to stretch the legs of ideas that run rampant in my mind, that like the dust, vex it. let them run their course so i may lay them, and myself, to rest.

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goodnight