Spaced out

This unfamiliar feeling haunts me at this ungodly hour, laying adrift on a plain of uncertainty feeling extraterrestial, my mind a smorgasbord of thoughts of meaningless refuse. Thoughts of being on the edge of something, unsure of what that something is. Slumber rejecting my advances - feeling like I am on the edge of creation, like I am waiting for something new - but what is it. What is this strange feeling tugging at my cerebral cortex, brain waves alive and loud, unsettled. Why am I sitting here at 3:56am stroking these keys? Why do my thoughts make little sense to me - I feel like am losing my mind, yet I'm sane enough to know that I would not be aware of when it got lost. What is this? Too many questions with no answers. I need to sleep, this feeling at least the lack of rest is all to familiar - the burning eyes the jigsaw thoughts, the need to quiet my mind long enough to allow me a brief reprieve to repose. Silence is golden, silence from sound, silence from noise, silence of thought, I need a hush.