in-som-ni-a (n.): chronic inability to sleep. (latin from insomnis, sleepless: in-, not+ somnus, sleep)

i went on another of my midnight wanderings last night. it was amazing i love the night. i would be nocturnal if i could.
so i threw on an old shirt and jacket and my shredded jeans. i was feeling rather melonchaly so i thought i might have a smoke.(sorry, i dont smoke regularly) being that there were no ciggarettes left i decided to hand roll myself one from some of my fathers tabacco. buuuut i cannot hand roll ciggarettes so i rolled it into some sort of joint object...very suspicious. i got my cd player and headed out the door.
getting out the door is always a stressful ordeal. it hasnt been oiled in god knows how long, so it makes simply horrible screeching noises when being opened slowly. it takes for ever to open because i am always pausing to wince in fear at the sound, for fear my parents would wake up. but of course, they did not. i slipped out the door, my bare feet on the cement. its always so refreshing to step out into the crisp midnight air. everything is empty i have the entire city, practicly to myself. i strolled down to the hockey rinks, which in daylight would have been plagued with hoards of small boys on roller blades. i lied down in the middle and inhaled, and listened to, yes, echo and the bunny men. i always listen to the killing moon when i go out at night. i came to a point where it was hard to lift my head. my body was so heavy...but i was so satisfied. i began prancing about erracticly to "head over heals" (tears for fears) yesss. i simply did not care i danced my heart out.
i then left the hocky rink and started down the street, tracing the line down the middle with my frozen feet. i looked in window after window, most were dark although there were some others, like me who also could not sleep and chose to spend the night wasting away in front of late night television. i stood in the street and stared in their windows. like some kind of midnight maurader. one paticular house had an entrancing blue light over their front porch. i was mesmerized i went to stand under the light. it made everything under it look to crisp and picture perfect. then i relized how creepy it was that i was standing on their porch, and stepped out. everything around me had become red. like film quality in some sort of horror movie. it was amazing, but it made me question whether blue light is necessarily good for your eyes. i then returned home. pushed open the creaky door and collapsed to have bizzare dreams of night wandering and shelby and emo boys.