Searching endlessly into the weary night, tired, but yet not sleepy, am waiting for someone, waiting for something. Am no longer sure whether it is an assurance to sleep or the reason for the opposite! The search seems so long as the clock ticks yet another hour, am eaten up by the hollow night and the scrounging thought. I lay down in a conflicting yet disturbed state. The night is hollow, the thought is hollow, the sleep is hollow...
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