Its midnight over here. My entire household is snoring and safely tucked away in dreamland, while I’m sitting over here, eyes wide and blood-shot, like an addict on crack. Its the norm for me. But its getting old. I dispense and use so much energy during the day, baby, gym, work, relationship woes, trying to feed people on the streets, living a double life,writing, cleaning, and etc and so on and so forth, that you would think it’d knock me for six come nightfall? No. Need to deal to these nameless ghosts that come out in full force at night, prodding, murmuring and whispering of a time I would rather forget. Because quite frankly, the shits starting to piss me off…!