Sunday, April 25, 2004

I grasp at smoke, and am surprised when it slips through my fingers. I stare at shadows, willing them to be solid forms, but they fade away in the dark. I am tired, and cannot sleep. I am restless, but cannot move. I can't read, the words won't come into focus. I try to write, but my thoughts won't stay still long enough for me to capture them. I need to shut my brain off for a while, if only I knew how.

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