Visit from an old friend

In the past, I would not view it as an old friend. Yet when I was always alone and lonely, it would come and visit. Then when I am not alone, it will stay at the bylines.

It has always been like this for years. Then last night, it visited when I was not alone and lonely. That was a first.

Because of its visit, I was reminded of whom I was. I have lost myself and it came to remind me, to let me see the path back home...

I was thankful to it. My old friend is Insomnia.