The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
Places where no one else has flown..

The same narrative kept repeating itself, over and over again in my head, a monotonous, repetitive dirge that seemed headed for only one end.. insanity. No amount of tossing and turning, readjustment of the covers, counting of sheep seemed to help.

In desperation I got up and stumbled my way to the living room. Splashing some more of the monk into the glass, I sat down morosely and gazed out into the darkness, unseeingly, the hammering in my head reaching another level.

This had been going on for months. Or was it years now? Through the fuzziness of the alcohol and the headache born of lack of sleep, it was difficult to know the answer.

Need to quit the meds..no, need to quit the shrink! But.. already done that, no?.. Hence the songs in the head, the voyages every night.

Lucidity for a moment..and this too shall pass, spoke the little voice in the head. Gulping down the rest of the monk, I headed back to bed, to commence the journey beyond the next unknown.

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