Insomnia

Something I’ve had since young

Winter night walks

Something that unravels my chest

Crisp air that reminds me that I am alive

Blackness and cold that I wrap around myself

Nothing is more beautiful than nature untouched

I alone walking in the weightless dark

It is possible to think of nothing

It is possible to feel like nothing

Both not actually being a bad thing

Surrounded by such grandeur

How do I actually compare?