I am now at the part of my sleepless day where I am beginning to think that everything that has happened up until now has been a dream. Whether it is or isn’t, I have no proof for myself let alone anyone who is reading this sleepless ramble.
The same thing happened to me when I arrived here (if I did indeed arrive here at all), due to the childlike excitement I failed to sleep the night before and so when I got to the airport I was in a rather fitting zombie like state. When I got into the city, it felt like I hadn’t moved an inch, it felt like the world had moved and I had ended up here.
When I woke up the following day I didn’t quite know where I was for a while, until I looked outside and realised a journey had taken place.
If you have ever felt this then you will know just how alive you feel in these moments, you are running on automatic and how you got to the place you are is an untold story that will never be told for all involved know nothing of it.
Sleep is a great thing, it is great for your mind, body and soul, however, missing sleep sometimes is a great way to feel alive and live life as though it is a dream.