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As I awoke to another day of weary exhaustion, I looked at my mobile to establish the time. I arose for a cigarrete with coffee, to only creep forth back to my lair to read yet another chapter of one of Charlotte Bronte's works.
At this point, she makes me feel strong. As does Ani Defranco. But then I fall asleep once more into a disturbance of dreams now unknown.
I do know however that I was crying in my sleep again.
*sigh*
It has happened my entire life (the crying in my sleep). Normally but once or twice a year. Over the last month it has been apparent in my wakeless hours numerous times. Normally it wakes me, only once has it this month to attest a menza type riddle that I have ubsorbed into both conscious and subconscious spaces. The rest of the dreams my subconscious refuses to impart on to me. There is always the tell tale sign however of waking weary, puffy eye's and the headache that accompanies my tears whenever they have fallen.
I know they will desolve whence they have been absolved through my subconscious intravenously through my conscious and into life..
Or they will appear and I will remember, and i will once again apply the ability to unweave their web and make sense.
Or they will bury themselves under my skin until they feel I am ready to take action and heed their cry.
I need another coffee.. and another cigarrette.
At this point, she makes me feel strong. As does Ani Defranco. But then I fall asleep once more into a disturbance of dreams now unknown.
I do know however that I was crying in my sleep again.
*sigh*
It has happened my entire life (the crying in my sleep). Normally but once or twice a year. Over the last month it has been apparent in my wakeless hours numerous times. Normally it wakes me, only once has it this month to attest a menza type riddle that I have ubsorbed into both conscious and subconscious spaces. The rest of the dreams my subconscious refuses to impart on to me. There is always the tell tale sign however of waking weary, puffy eye's and the headache that accompanies my tears whenever they have fallen.
I know they will desolve whence they have been absolved through my subconscious intravenously through my conscious and into life..
Or they will appear and I will remember, and i will once again apply the ability to unweave their web and make sense.
Or they will bury themselves under my skin until they feel I am ready to take action and heed their cry.
I need another coffee.. and another cigarrette.