one day

I was twisted in those hot sheets that I had my daily epiphany. My daily epiphanies come to me nightly on the nights when I’m not consumed by mental anguish. I had this brilliant feeling and I voted confidence in myself. Tomorrow I will put these plans into action. Sleep would not come for a while now, too excited by my own inventions. How could I not have thought of this before? I’ll figure something out on my own. Soon comes the chaos of daylight hours to suffocate the visionary within. My creative notions pushed aside by more practical cognition. The maniac will remain under anesthesia until another night, another fever of fruition. Someday I will wake up and I will take over the world.