so this is where you are, and this is where i am
It's 3.20 in the AM and I'm listening to music that's taking me back to the last happy place in my life and while I'm feeling wistful for those younger nearly-halcyon days, I'm made aware of my own contentment with where I'm headed.
So why can't I sleep? Is it all the excitement of new opportunity, new creative endeavors, new people I'm about to meet? Or is it just my summer insomnia rearing it's early, ugly head?
I mean, there are two things keeping me up at night and I'm making solid progress on one and can't really do anything about the other, except expunge the desire, the want, the need in my prose. Which I seem to be doing, but it's as if by scratching that itch, I merely make it that much worse. The loneliness is crushing and I've no idea what to do about it.
So why can't I sleep? Is it all the excitement of new opportunity, new creative endeavors, new people I'm about to meet? Or is it just my summer insomnia rearing it's early, ugly head?
I mean, there are two things keeping me up at night and I'm making solid progress on one and can't really do anything about the other, except expunge the desire, the want, the need in my prose. Which I seem to be doing, but it's as if by scratching that itch, I merely make it that much worse. The loneliness is crushing and I've no idea what to do about it.