Sweetest Downfall
Home soon. What a day. I’m being pulled in every direction by my arms and legs. These days are getting stranger and stranger. Or maybe I’m the one becoming stranger. Whatever. Either way, this is bizarre. I have no idea what to write about, I feel so brain dead. At this point I just want a nap. I think there might be an air-borne virus going around causing to everyone act all different today. Or maybe there’s a full moon tonight. I just want to sleep. I might go pierce. Sleep’s more appealing at this point. I want to sleep. I want to curl up and dream the dreams of the happy and restless. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I am so tired. The break is mere days away but seems like an eternity stands in between home and I.
Usually, I don’t sleep. I like it. I like staying up and talking. I don’t need sleep all that much, although I like to dream. I wish night was longer, and I could stay up forever. I feel closer to the universe every minute that passes. I want to put down the feeling on paper, but sadly I can’t. I want to draw. Draw me, the earth, comets, snowflakes, telephone posts, anything. It seems like I’ve been thinking for one hundred years and think is all I’ve been able to do, but I can’t thing straight. Does that mean I’m thinking crookedly? Isn’t that kind of a bad thing?
Tonight is different though. Drunken. Exhausted. Can’t write. Energy drained from the screaming running dancing cheering. I barely remembered what I had to do. Day four and already I’m forgetting what I promised myself, but I remembered just in time, right before sleep swallowed my brain. I want to sleep. For once sleep seems too far away. I am snuggly in my sheets but the cruel wind I can’t help but imagine is here, is keeping me awake. My head feels heavy and my eyelids are weighing down. I’m borrowing minutes of wakefulness, while I have long outstayed my welcome in the conscious world.
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