Life has reached critical mass.

Knocked out all the support beams I carefully built up.

The sky is falling now.

Dripping with that late night ambiance.

It is darker than any I have ever known.

For all the supports have broken and there is no repairing them.

The end of the road has never looked so lonely as this one.

The only one awake for the end of the world while everyone else is safe in there dreams.

I chose such a poor time for insomnia.

Guess I should have gone to sleep under the safety of the sun.