ZANY THOUGHTS

by Leon Enriquez

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Stardust moments. Life percolates like espresso drips. Drop by drop. Poignant aromatic fragrance. Awakening the blurry senses. Powerfully alluring caffeine. A swirling sea of exotic exuberance. Sans sleep. Sans rest. Sans discrepancy.

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After a rough day, yet another rough night. Tumbling and turning in a restless complexity of thought forms. Still wide awake at 3:00 am. Frustratingly conscious. Sleep, it seems, does not come easily tonight. Alert mind in a very tired body. Yet, sleep feels so far estranged! So out-of-stock.

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Stardust moments. So many zany thoughts working overtime. Stacked like disparate Lego blocks. Assorted colours that sparkle even in the darkness. My imagination piques and pokes with myriad ideas. Some good. Some bad. Some in-between. Life feels like a flush of an orderly chaos. Brusque sharp pokes for the sleep-deprived. Sensations pique.

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Tired body. Restless soul. Mind tumbling through the looking-glass! Cascades and escapades. Dream within dream, yet lost within another dream. And tumbling into nowhere somewhere. An emotional roller-coaster ride of stardust in a violent solar storm.

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Stardust moments. Myriad uncountable particles in a flotsam universe. Older than time. Yet, mostly empty like space. Infinitesimally unending. Life in full paradox, even complementary. I feel like a permanent fixture on the universal backdrop of in-between.

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Toss and turn. Turning and tossing. Waiting upon deep sleep, even fitful sleep. To fall into yet another crack. And floating away into an unconscious awakening of dreamscapes. Pictures that zoom and then fling into another dimension. Spiralling into a timeless vault of encompassing limbo. But my busybody mind is sternly awake. Unwillingly to let go of thoughts.

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Stardust moments. Clutch and cling to consciousness. Unreasonable stuff. When sleep is the antidote to pain, to suffering, and even to despair! Damn that last double espresso shot at midnight. Just to keep that adrenaline rush for a fastidious write on a last-minute writing assignment that must go out in the morning!

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Exhaustion is its own reward. Stardust moments collide with zany thoughts to filter away even a good night’s sleep. Now and here, there’s no rest for the weary, fatigued borne body. Much less that unruly mind, that restless soul, that overworked heart.

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Stardust moments. No rescue in sight. No place to hide. Sleep does not come. No liberating salvation. Just time clocking away and I can hear the pin fall in loud compelling echoes. I am mindful of sleep and nothing else it seems.

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