My heart aches heavily as I toss and turn on my bed, unable to sleep. My bedside clock reads 2:07am and I realize I have been trying to get some sleep for the last four hours to no avail. My heart knows no peace, not with this heavy burden placed upon it. How can I lure myself to sleep when these images and thoughts haunts me? The sharp pain I feel as a mosquito lands on my thigh and pierces through my skin in search of blood is a welcomed relief. For days now I have felt nothing but a chilling numbness and emptiness and this new feeling of pain is a comfort to my bereaved mind, a reminder that I am still alive.
