I've watched the sunrise for the last four days.
It feels to me like last summer, when I had so much trouble sleeping at night that I'd just lay in my bed, waiting patiently for the first inkling of morning light to paint my blinds, and then I'd pass out. Only to wake up an hour later, body sore like the early morning sun had burnt the marrow in my bones. Scorched my joints, making me creak like the tin man. Cower in the shade like a lion.
Tonight it felt like early morning, the cool breeze blowin my cigarette ash about. And for a moment I forot where I was, what I was talkin about and with who, and... what season is it again?
I have trouble being tired, but being tired is my trouble. But, trouble seems trivial when sleep won't come.
3 comments:
it sucks not sleeping. but when you have to be up at four and the whole day is yours at hand it makes you not want to sleep. ill sleep when im daed thank you<3
When you have to be up at six
to spend the entire day inside,
sitting at a desk,
you just wanna sleep.
I sleep best next to you anyway.
Except this time no wiggle tiggles and I get the good spot. :)
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