Music Not Sleep (cross-post)

Insomnia. Pure and simple it seems. Circadian rhythms fail and human rhythms prevail.

The sun is cracking the gray sky as I write. Through the blinds I see the silhouettes of the final buildings before the lake. Framed in birthing light they hide their facades. Details lost by trickery and abstract ocular computation.

I don’t remember a full day of natural rays. My body has adjusted accordingly. Joy has been replaced with melancholy. Human relation has become sparse.

Slumber needs to find me. I’m not hiding. I feel like the kid someone forgot during hide-and-seek.

11/22/09

Somehow along my path I have forgotten how to write. Not that I was a wizard of verse, but I somehow stirred emotions in people and I miss that. I am lost in time and time is all I have.

This all makes me feel very alone. Do you know what it feel likes to be alone in a sea of familiar smiling faces? It’s the great amplifier. The telescope lens of my life. I am fractured through a prism.

Sitting here forcing these words out makes me feel like a husk.

What Lies Above?

Friday Morning Rebirth.

Times and people change. Their words seem less scathing yet are somehow more volatile in truth. This will be my experiment on myself.