When Nostalgia is what you are left with.

Whenever I get time I choose to take a nap over everything. Yes almost everything.
I've been through a phase not so long ago when I was not sleeping like I  used.
God that were the most painful days.
                        I used to get up several times at night. Noon sleeps were almost at bay.
There have been nights when I used to fear whether i'll be ever able to sleep like I used to. Not to forget a touchwood now that I'm getting myself back.
Well one could say there were several reasons to it.
                        I was between rough times and also was to take important decisions.
It works like this, I usually take an afternoon nap, get up and spill out the words in my mind. That's the time, mostly evenings when my eloquence is at best. I can express my mind just like that.
Now one can say why I don't do it when I get in the mornings and to tell you the truth I don't know why my sleep is never sufficiant when the sun dawns. At that time no matter how late I happen to wake up, all I feel is more and more and  sleep. God knows how much strength I put in waking up in mornings,only to put the alarm at snizz for 10 minutes and then again for 10 minutes and the cycle goes on untill I'm too late. My mind doesn't work at all.
                  Apart from that I'm mostly into poems and in the mornings my heart and soul has definitely got be missing somewhere.
Returning to what I was saying I was once so scared in life that I thought I was at verge of end. I thought  I had felt all, love and hatred to be precise. Did I miss something?  Well that's not all one feels on earth but mind you i've mentioned the word precise!
                         I thought I would never feel anything anymore and I was right to much an extent but than when you don't have anything more in life nostalgia is all you are left with.
              Speaking of which, my nostalgia is at its hight when I am up from afternoon nap,during the dusk. However, I'm too lazy to gaze upon arunima during the dawn but I try never to miss the rays of the dusk. It keeps my soul alive and heart breathing. And that's how I spill out the writer in me. Well mostly!