30.3.10

Maybe next time

Definite silence from A long lost lover.
Sorry, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Maybe next time I'll remember what this feels like.


Probably not.

21.3.10

I want to wake up new
Hold life in a grasp and truley live
An adventurer of life and love
      Climb a tree and watch the sunset

Tell me something you wouldnt tell your physician

3.3.10

The Poetry of Insomnia

"It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "bad night" is not always a bad thing.
~Brian W. Aldiss"

For a lack of better words....at least i get to watch the sunrise.

2.3.10

Trouble Sleeping?

17 seconds until it's 3am
and there's no stars out tonight
I don't think I can handle another broken heart from you
But it's a long road I hope to take again


Come on and we'll try one last time.