It's six in the morning and I cannot sleep. While at times I hate this insomnia, I also value it; sometimes it's nice to hear utter silence. The nights bring stillness, a sense of peace. As technology has progressed, it seems this silence is heard less and less. We are distracted by the sounds of a world that no longer seems to sleep. But at times, at night, this darkness is complete: there is no loud music, flashing lights, unnecessary chatter, deafening thoughts. There's a stillness inside me that I only seem to find in these late hours.

Lately it seems I cannot escape this feeling of inertia. The world is moving forward without me, and here I am -- stuck in the present and still lingering on to the past. I've been feeling lost, lost, lost -- waiting for a change that I fear will not come. But I suppose that's also the essence of the issue.

Waiting. 
I'm getting tired of waiting.

*edit: Heading to Tibet in t-minus 3 hours. Hoping this repose from the daily madness of the city will bring me the tranquility I need. Please, God. I need a sign -- anything. I hope I'm not asking too much.