Sleep evades me. I look at the clock. I sweat.
I toss and turn. I swaddle myself in sheets.
I wish for the morning to arrive.
Time continues to tick away.
Minutes drag like years.
The moon glows.
Nothingness.
Quietness.
Breath.
Night.
From January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.
posted by Matt McKechnie @ 5:41 PM Comments: 0
I'm curious about this thing we call life and the inception of the whole ideology.