Threads of thought tangled tight in my chest. Pain in taunt chords, keeps me from sleep. I search for the pill that will start their loosening. A remedy of peace, for my life, in pieces. I read a story about a man with a zit. He asked the doctor: “What do I do?” “Let it … More Sohbet – Insomniatic
How many drugs does it take to stop the thinking? What sedative will still this soul? The nights are long; the stories in my head are short. Sadness in loops, feeding back to sadness. Short circuts, shortcircuting my sleep. I read a story about a man with a zit. Asked the doctor: “What do I … More Sohbet – insomnia, festering
So, apparently turning inwards involves housework. I had a fuck that shit moment last night. Since my sleep schedule got out of whack I’ve been practicing good sleep hygiene and not doing much after midnight; at least resting if I’m not sleeping. The night before last was some of the perkiest I’d been in a … More Day 35 – turning inwards involves housework?
Further to what I wrote on life widening and deepening and balloons: you know what expands balloons? Space.
late night street sweeper rumbles by dust cloud, streetlight lit glows like midnight fog
