It was one of those sleepless nights where we'd stay up and openly discuss whatever crossed our minds. And then this moment happened that has permanently stuck to me forever: he pulled down his lip to expose an obvious issue he had.... Insomnia. A word that perfectly described him. Each letter puncturing his flesh with ink, as if he'd purposely torture himself with the daily reminder that would be there for the rest of his life, you will never sleep through the night. I asked him why he did that. He looked at me, smiled and said let's go to sleep.