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[wakingghosts]

there are ten tiny little minutes left of one-o-clock am.
the company i keep is asleep.
as i will be.
soon.
and i'm feeling indifferent.
but there is always the roof....
and tomorrow promises to be interesting.
there is a static in the air.
dare i say a calm before the storm?

i think this storm is getting it's beauty rest.
tomorrow we'll all see it's true colors.

at least i'll be prepared.

but for now there is quiet.

i wish i was strong enough....
or brave enough.
or dumb enough. or pretty enough.
or ANYTHING enough.

i'm me enough.
that's for sure.

but it seems sometimes just me isn't enough.
someday it will be.

for now sleep beckons.
and how can one resist?