Aug 17, 2005 02:07
You guys know me. I've always been a night owl. I like the late night.
But lately, my staying up late hasn't been because of desire. Nor because I can't sleep. It's almost like I don't want to sleep, even though I'm exhausted. Lately, late night has consisted of Paul IMing me for a hang out session, or a ride... or me calling him to offer the same. I can't explain it, but I seem to have developed a love-hate relationship with the night. I know I should go to bed, but I don't want to. And yet, I do.
I seem to have also developed the same to company. I'm a loner, but my friends I've always loved being around. There's just... something missing. Even though many times, if I was hanging with Rob or Greg, Paul wouldn't be part of the equation... but there was at least that possibility. The 3 musskeeters are two, the Black knights are down a man. And Paul's death has hit me in ways I haven't even begun to comprehend.
And maybe, at some level, I'm afraid that when I close my eyes to sleep, they won't open again...