Sleep at night has been a battle. Ever since I got back for the holidays about a month ago I never (hear NEVER) had a good night's sleep. It's always filled with dreams... vague, wierd and sometimes scary, threatening dreams. But somehow I don't remember them clearly. Or, I'm waken by I don't know what for no reason. Every night.

I'm tired.

I'm frustrated.

It's at this time where everyone in my house is asleep I somehow find solitude. Other times, my unknown worries, anxieties and the far cries of my heart come creeping out. And most of the time I cry out to God things no one hears. Unknown to the world. It's the time, I write letters to God.

Then I try to go back and sleep, which takes much more effort. Sometimes I think I must as well not go back to sleep, because, I'll still wake up tired anyhow. Drink myself to sleep? Sing myself to sleep? I don't know.

I just want to have a good night's sleep.