Bad habits

Bad habits.

It's not insomnia, no, I just don't try to sleep anymore. There is no fight, rush, pressure, nothing. Is something beyond the "want or not" to be like this. Is something in between the stages, between the ideas, between faiths.

I'm one step aside of what should it be. I'm outside the wakefulness and the sleeping. I'm at peace, thanks to a choice that is not one. I am. Just I am. Without consciousness, without the absence of it.

Bad habits.
The music took me and drove me to nowhere.