Windows are closed, air is on. It is hot. Steamy.
Claustrophobic? In the house? In my life? I feel trapped when I can't open my windows.
Worrying, wondering, wishing, waiting...will this lead to withering?
Stars surrender to Sun in another hour or so. Should I await its coming from my sleepless bed?
Or empty the dishwasher?
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I remember those sleepless nights well, and trying to decide wheter to stay in bed and hope for sleep or say "what the hell" and get on up for the day. Thinking is not compatible with sleep
ResponderEliminarThat is a hard decision, Citizen. And it is feeling like yet another sleepless night is in the works for me. Too bad I don't believe in medicating myself.
ResponderEliminarBe well.
Insomnia is a cruel thing.
ResponderEliminarThat is a poem you've written out of your misery - I guess something ihas been salvaged.
I wish you many good sleeps to make up for the nights of worry and restlessness. Peace.
Yes it is, Kay. I felt like, last night, I would be lucky...
ResponderEliminarOne of these days I will just collapse and sleep for one hundred years!