I can’t remember the last time I slept thru the night, I can’t remember the last time I slept in my bed. I’ll lie in it for a couple of hours but I rarely sleep in it. Sleep should represent peace and calm, rest. For me it hasn’t been any of those things in a long time. I always tell myself that the reason I’m not sleeping is because of writing struggles or because I’m sleeping alone. But I’m not sure it’s either of those things. I’m starting to think it’s simply because I’m always thinking.
I can’t remember the last time I did something spontaneous or spur of the moment. I think and think and think all the time.
Some days I don’t want to think, I don’t want to be logical. I just want to live.
I miss you.