insomnia

I had more words when I started

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

A Plathitude

When critics screech I just smile.

Then I find a rock. I put it in my pocket and I wait.
I have ever so many now.

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Right now, I feel as though words are these giant soap bubbles.
Impossibly large and beautiful and so wickedly hard to grasp.

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I should know better than to wait between a wall of words and the computer. Doing anything else brings it down like a midget with a trumpet.

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What IS crazy, after all? Is it a convenient definition to let us ignore what makes us uncomfortable? Is it a way to ostracize those who need help?

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Screaming nightmares aren’t the worst.

Oh, no. The worst are the ones that you wake up from and then think Am I really awake?  and then your brain answers Sure you are. Wanna kill something? 

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That horrifying moment as you hover over the -Publish- button, wondering if today is the day they send for the nice young men, in their bright white coats.

Ante Meridian Thoughts

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Musings of an insomniac

Originally posted at
My Dreamwdith account. I also post on my site, The Process 

 Comments welcome. :)

Ante Meridian Thoughts

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3:43 AM is when you sit back in your office chair and listen to your house. You can hear the creaks and pops as it settles. The wind as it rattles against a loose shingle. You can hear the train as it goes by some five miles away.

You’d think it’d be lonely.

It isn’t, though. It’s strangely full of content. The people you love are asleep, just down the hall. The cat is purring and bashing his head into your foot.

It’s almost time to go to bed. Finish the final dregs of my tea. Wrap my fleecy blanket around me and snuggle into my comfortable bed.

Heh.
I might even sleep.