A fragment from an insomniacs
diary.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
damn it's early as hell,...
and...
the world died last
night
while I was thinking
about
sleeping my thoughts
of
life away.
never can though...
the...
Nightmares are far
too
intense for me to
focus on
anything but poetry
lately...
and past
life tragedies which
may
or may not have
ever
happened outside my
in-
sane head of oddities...
ive just been
drinking mass amounts
of
Heart Healthy coffee.
(3
pots a day keep the
sleepy
bugs away "they" say.)
and no i still have yet
to
determine who in the
hell
"they" are....
My
sister and I have pondered
that
elusive mystery for years but
to
no avail...
I suppose ill have to chalk
it
up to one of lifes axiomatic
un-
answerables that keep a
soul
up at night dreaming their
useless
life away hoping for better
days
knowing tomorrow will likely
be
the same dream its always
been
and was before.
damn its early as hell
and...
i think i died just then
thinking
about the world i've never
been
involved with in any meaningful
kind
of meaningless fucking way...
(wish i could just
sleep a day.)
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