INSOMNIA

On the first day, I was smoking on the terrace, and my life played out like a movie. Tbh, I hadn"t thought deeply for a long time about who am I , as a person, was doing. I returned to my room, took my pill bottle, and swallowed a few. I really wanted to drift into sleep, but I couldn"t. Memories of the old paternal home, childhood, and X love flooded my mind, along with the mistakes I made. Maybe it"s the effect of the pills; I don"t know. I closed my eyes, and tears streamed down. I miss the happier version of myself, for myself and that old happiness. Is this pain a sign of growth?


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