Dear Natasha,It's the middle of the night. I can't sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we've ever been to. From the bottom up, suffocating the life on the street first and then raising to the head and the brain, circling into smog and clouds until the black stretches up so high that nobody can even remember what the stars used to look like.This is how I feel when I lie awake and think of you. I miss you.
The quote profoundly captures the experience of insomnia fueled by emotional turmoil, specifically the aching longing for a loved one. The imagery likening creeping thoughts to darkness winding around skyscrapers is striking; it evokes an overwhelming sense of suffocation and despair, suggesting that the thoughts aren't merely passive but actively invading the mind's space, suffocating it much like the way smog and pollution erase the clear night sky. This metaphor artfully...