Wanderings of Mr Brain in the Wee Hours of the Night

I should really be sleeping right now but something up there definitely wants me wide awake until the ungodly hours of the evening. Not that I am to bask in the awesome moonlight of the famed Supermoon, which I would probably do after publishing this post, but something way menacing is or probably was, in this case, trying to keep me awake.


Let me guide you into the vague workings of my nocturnal brain as we weave our way to the root of this pseudo-insomnia state that I am currently in. Just before tucking in, some imp tried to jack my circadian rhythm by luring me to the abyss that is series marathons and other stuff. I have a resolved heart to give into this, keeping in mind that I have to make the best of this summer 'vacation' I have left and this is one way of enjoying it, however bad it may be. But for some awesome reason, one thing led to another and I was able to keep myself from diving headfirst to this brouhaha. I wasn't actually hindered, actually circumstances are very much conducive but something within me halted me in my tracks. I guess this is self-awareness kicking in. And I'm loving every bit of it.


It's your workings, no doubt. This time, I know it's you and you alone. You lured me into this. You're trying to get me back to my old ways. Nah. I guess I'm stronger now and I have someone by my side to back me up, Jake-the-Dog-style! Quite a guide, you see? And a good reminder, too, if you ask me. So if you're trying to get me back, you might as well kiss your sorry bum good bye to that thought.


It has been a while since you drifted into my attention. Have I been this focused on this one thing that the very thought of you diminished from the almost-regular roster of my thoughts for the day? Even now that I am practically shoving you in front of my brain to process you, neither spark nor glint is conjured. Is this what they (really) call moving on? Or is it another one of my definition of moving on?


I have more to divulge to you, dear Reader, but it seems my physical corpus can only take so much beating for a day. I have to leave some more anecdotes for later articulation. I hope this would unload my mind for even a bit. I do hope so.