The highway is rarely silent.

I learn this fact at 3 a.m.
whilst laying silently on my bed
in my lightless room.

Unable to sleep, I stare
at the ceiling and listen to
the vehicles revving
up and down Route 9.

Then, I grab my smartphone and
begin another YouTube binge.
It doesn't help me sleep
but it's all I can do
to distract myself.

Once I'm done, I check the time.
3:47 a.m. and sleep still eludes me;
what a tragedy. I resume staring
at the ceiling as the vehicles
continue to moan from the highway.

Nothing lasts forever, though.
At some point before the dawn,
insomnia will release me
from its tight grasp and let
me feel the silent bliss of slumber.

I just want that moment to
arrive before I go insane.

FUCK.