A special thanks to : @hadiyageorge  @singvisuesing @dnicknbdmg and Dauda!

In the night when everything settles and the world around us stops we are left with nothing but ourselves. These are the moments that force us to face the reality of who we are and what our lives have become. These instances of solemn contemplation can lead to an unsettling restlessness that stirs questions inside of us. Questions that we may not have the answers to.

We fall victim to the night. Pensive, we sit on our bed, waiting for it to come- begging our subconscious to come and erase the struggles and pitfalls of the day, but it evades us. 
No sleep.
Victim. 
The necessary recedes from reality, inner demons usually suppressed in the facade of daylight take shape and dance past the mind's eye, mockingly. 'No sleep,' they cry.  This is the spectrum of sounds from the nocturnal. The somnambulists. The victims. No Sleep.

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Regrets (with Old Acquaintances)

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