08/15/2008
Waking up. Groggy from a night's worth of dreaming. Running, hiding, fighting, dying over and over
until eyes open and the world slaps you in the face that the lives you just lived were a lie. The steady
and predictable ring of the alarm would lull me back to sleep if it wasn't for the pitch. Just high
enough to cause discomfort. Just loud enough to be a bother...to my neighbors, more than myself at this
point.
Sitting up is a task for the ready. The willing who wake in the mornings waiting for more to do. They
wake and sit and get started with their day like clockwork animatronics, motion leads to motion to get
to the next motion. This is not me. I lay in bed reveling in the consequences of letting my head relax
on my pillow again now that i've turned off my alarms. Of course, at this point, all that thinking wears
me out. After all, i've been running and fighting all night. I fall back asleep. The warmth of the pillow,
the weight of the blanket, the ... WAIT! I need to wake up.
08/21/2008
The stars do not align. They dance in the sky with no regard for the fates they arrest in the process.
08/28/2008
I hear the words. I see the world. I speak the lines and cut for blood. I walk and walk and scream at
the stars for forgetting my name and thinking me tame. I flail at the night for keeping me hidden and
swing at the air sound effect. It all falls apart sometime. Sometimes that's sooner than expected.
Waking up. Groggy from a night's worth of dreaming. Running, hiding, fighting, dying over and over
until eyes open and the world slaps you in the face that the lives you just lived were a lie. The steady
and predictable ring of the alarm would lull me back to sleep if it wasn't for the pitch. Just high
enough to cause discomfort. Just loud enough to be a bother...to my neighbors, more than myself at this
point.
Sitting up is a task for the ready. The willing who wake in the mornings waiting for more to do. They
wake and sit and get started with their day like clockwork animatronics, motion leads to motion to get
to the next motion. This is not me. I lay in bed reveling in the consequences of letting my head relax
on my pillow again now that i've turned off my alarms. Of course, at this point, all that thinking wears
me out. After all, i've been running and fighting all night. I fall back asleep. The warmth of the pillow,
the weight of the blanket, the ... WAIT! I need to wake up.
08/21/2008
The stars do not align. They dance in the sky with no regard for the fates they arrest in the process.
08/28/2008
I hear the words. I see the world. I speak the lines and cut for blood. I walk and walk and scream at
the stars for forgetting my name and thinking me tame. I flail at the night for keeping me hidden and
swing at the air sound effect. It all falls apart sometime. Sometimes that's sooner than expected.
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