Rest calls me autopilot disobeys – Mind heeds, but locked in battle with my insomnia; neither make way for my flickering consciousness and exhausted body. Sleep is an elusive luxury… Lately.
Rest calls me autopilot disobeys – Mind heeds, but locked in battle with my insomnia; neither make way for my flickering consciousness and exhausted body. Sleep is an elusive luxury… Lately.
1:45am, and… I’m awake bargaining with time and dreams telling them I’ll sleep soon knowing I’m going for broke and “soon” is actually probably just 3:00am, or maybe even never. 12 October 2019
I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
Filling up journals with wanton words of want; on nights like this one where sleep evades drifting awareness – Unbidden, like goodbyes and the duskiness of approaching sunset.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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