The Sleepless Thinker

The night was silent, but his mind was loud. Lying in the dim glow of his room, he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts spinning in…

The night was silent, but his mind was loud. Lying in the dim glow of his room, he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts spinning in quiet chaos. Sleep refused to come—not because of noise, but because his heart and mind wouldn’t rest. What was he thinking about? Maybe the past, with its unanswered questions. Maybe the future, with its unknown paths. Or maybe it was something simpler—someone he missed, words left unsaid, dreams too big to chase in daylight. He turned from side to side, but peace stayed out of reach. The darkness didn’t scare him; it just gave space for his thoughts to grow louder. He wasn’t broken—just searching. For clarity, for meaning, or maybe just for a moment of stillness in a world that rarely stops.