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at two in the morning i remember yesterday like it was just a minute ago. trudging through anylises and writings, critical sources, i can't even read anymore. fatigue has kept me company, but oh, he moved on, abandoning me, waving good bye, upon the realization that i would not take part in his games. the blood rises to my eyes, stripey red, oh my look its three-fifteen now. the morning seems so far away, though i know the second i lay down, there it will be, knocking at my window, crying to be let in. with a whine more annoing, more straing than lil miss CoCo's. avoiding coffee, caffiene, lest it keep me up until thursday. though in the morning i'll drown my cup, while emptying the french pot. time. it passes on. silently taking a piece of you each second. its nothing we can grab a hold of, slow down, or fast forward. never to be stopped. simply plodding along in its rut, wearing itself down into you . until one day you aren't sure whereyou are or what happened to your years. not even finished, i find myself closing down the windows, no need to continue, the dark has taken the thoughts from my head. they left off to play with my dreams-idlely waiting to occupy me. taunts and seductions come my way. my eyes stay open or close, while somewhere in between. music flowing over me, lyrics reminding me of days once gone. days to never come again; with no regrets i smile. with no regrets i live my future. a thin wisp of smoke in the air waiting patiently to envelope me in its magnitude of whirlwinds, and desert days. remembories of you, rembories of me. of us of him of her of them of we of them, of me gone, leaving. goodnight. whispered with out a reply. dreams that confuse, dreams the intepret, dreams that resolve. dreams that translate out of the dark. the dark enveloping, so suddenyl as black as coffee, an aroma surronding me. calling. seducing. and i break.