I wrote this August 3rd Wide Awake Can't Sleep. Stomach Growling. I'll Fix Some Cereral...this is what i wrote during that experience
Awake.Thoughts drifting like rafts on the waves of time carrying me into the receases of my heart and being.
I lie in the place of rest but I find no rest.
Thoughts like bumblebees sworm around the nectar (honey) of potenial lovers, flings, and unmentionable things.
Putting to sleep a thousand thoughts. Tucking them in 1 by 1. I close my eyes to the doors to my Soul. Only to have them open again at the Sound of a child knocking. As a good parent I open the door.
I will find no rest tonight.
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