In the still of 2:45, with silence adorning,
No warning, I find myself on Facebook, exploring.
Late-night tales unfold, a digital journey,
Stuck in the glow of the screen, lost in the flurry.

Scrolling through timelines, a nocturnal embrace,
Friendship and posts in the quiet, virtual space.
The world sleeps, yet here I remain,
Caught in the echo of a sleepless domain.

Messages linger, whispers in the night,
Connections maintained, in the soft glow’s light.
2:45, a peculiar time to roam,
On Facebook’s streets, where memories are sown.

The night owl’s realm, where stories unfurl,
In the silent dance of a digital world.
No warning, just pixels and bytes,
At 2:45, where the online world ignites.

In shadows cast by anxious plight,
A truth unfolds, a relentless fight.
Heart racing like a runaway train,
In the grasp of anxiety, where fear remains.

A mind ensnared in a web of dread,
Echoes of worries, a cacophony bred.
Every breath a challenge, each heartbeat loud,
Severe anxiety, a tempest in the crowd.

Sleep eludes, as thoughts persist,
A relentless storm, no calm to exist.
A cloak of worry, heavy and tight,
Constricting the soul, in the darkest of night.

Social whispers turn to roars,
Anxiety’s grip, relentless shores.
A constant companion, uninvited guest,
Its presence felt, a relentless quest.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a strength may rise,
A resilience born from tearful skies.
In truth’s embrace, vulnerability found,
For battles fought in silence, courage resounds.

In the quiet hours, before dawn’s grace,
Awake I linger, in this sleepless space.
Moonlight waltzes with shadows on the floor,
As I explore the realms where dreams implore.

A symphony of thoughts, a restless mind,
In the predawn silence, a solitude I find.
The world outside slumbers, a hushed reprieve,
Yet, within, a nocturnal spirit grieves.

The ticking clock sings its rhythmic song,
Each passing moment, a journey prolonged.
Stars witness the hours, as night surrenders,
In early morning’s whispers, time meanders.

Through the veil of night, my mind takes flight,
Unbound by sleep, in the soft moonlight.
Yet, within the stillness, a quiet beauty gleams,
In sleepless moments, where inspiration teems.

In the palette of night, where shadows play,
I navigate the realms where dreams decay.
Restless thoughts like shooting stars ignite,
A constellation of worries, dancing in the night.

The world outside my window in slumber’s embrace,
Yet, I wander through the corridors of time and space.
A night owl’s journey through the ethereal plane,
In the hush of predawn, where silence reigns.

Whispers of imagination, elusive and free,
An insomniac’s canvas, an artist in me.
Creativity blooms in the quiet unrest,
A garden of ideas, where sleep is a guest.

As the first light emerges, a herald of day,
I find solace in the night’s sleepless ballet.
For in these early morning hours untold,
A silent symphony of the sleepless unfolds.

In the hush of dawn, when stars still linger,
Sleepless whispers, a solitary singer.
Early morning hours, a world subdued,
Restless mind, in solitude.

Moonlight fades, as the sun begins to tease,
A canvas of insomnia, painted with unease.
Tangled sheets and a mind’s wild dance,
Sleepless hours, a nocturnal trance.

The world sleeps soundly, wrapped in dreams,
While I navigate the quiet, where silence teems.
Restless thoughts in the predawn sky,
As night surrenders, and day draws nigh.

An insomniac’s journey, in the soft morning glow,
Through realms of wakefulness, where shadows grow.
Yet, within the sleepless quiet, a moment to find,
The beauty of solitude, in the restless mind.

In the shadows of the mind, anxiety takes its stand,
A relentless foe, gripping with unseen hands.
Woes that whisper, a constant, nagging weight,
A symphony of fears, an unyielding debate.

Heart racing, breath shallow, a captive soul,
Anxiety’s grip tightens, it takes its toll.
Each worry a storm, thundering in the chest,
A relentless tempest, refusing to rest.

Sleep eludes, a restless companion,
Nightmares woven in the anxious canyon.
Doubts echo loud, a haunting refrain,
A symphony of worries, a relentless strain.

Invisible chains, constraining every thought,
A battle within, where courage is sought.
Mindscape painted with shades of unease,
Anxiety’s canvas, a turbulent seas.

Yet amidst the struggle, a spirit prevails,
Courage emerges, though the battle entails.
Truth in the darkness, resilience revealed,
In the raw honesty, wounds are slowly healed.

In the mirror’s gaze, a reflection of despair,
Blonde locks cascade, but judgment fills the air.
German looks carry a weight, a burden to bear,
Echoes of history, a past to be aware.

Alone in a crowd, under scrutinizing eyes,
Whispers of intolerance, weaving through the lies.
Blonde hair, a beacon of ancestral ties,
Yet judged for roots, where prejudice lies.

In the tapestry of heritage, threads of dismay,
A history haunting, shadows cast astray.
Jewish soul, resilient, facing the fray,
Insomnia’s grip tightens, as the night turns gray.

Sleepless nights echo with ancestral cries,
The weight of intolerance, a heavy guise.
Insomnia’s dance, where fear amplifies,
A restless mind, under judgment’s guise.

Yet strength emerges in the face of the storm,
A resilience deep, a spirit takes form.
Blonde hair and heritage, a complex norm,
In unity against judgment, a hope to transform.

In the quiet of 2:45,
No warning, no jive,
Awake in the stillness,
A nocturnal dive.

Stuck on Facebook, scrolling through,
Silent hours, thoughts anew,
Friends’ updates in the night,
A digital world, soft and light.

Statuses unfold in the quiet glow,
Late-night tales, a virtual show,
Connection in the dark,
As sleep’s grasp leaves its mark.

Unseen faces on the screen,
A midnight realm, unforeseen,
Yet in this digital space,
Time speeds up, a subtle embrace.

As the clock ticks on, nearing dawn,
Close the laptop, a sigh is drawn,
2:45 fades away,
Rest calls for the break of day.