Damn hours of darkness
You know those most awful of nights when sleep is so much farther away than any love could ever run? Those are the nights that make up my life. I end up watching movies i've seen so many times. I begin to rethink and ruminate ever single decision i've made within the last five years or so. Being revisited by so many hopeless moments and deeply feared memories in only one evening puts Ebenezzer in his damn place. That sissy had 3 harmless ghosts. I have so many damn moments i'm led to near paralysis and far worse the great danger of shedding a single tear. COuld i take it back? Could i make amends? Could i unhurt those i have? Could they? Could i take back this stupid need to transfer it into a format that is readable? I'll be up in less than two hours and face a new day that is far less desolate than the night but will i feel differently?