I am she that never sleeps.
Seriously, I think that sometimes I just have to stay up all night, do random things. Then I sort of get a clean slate. A new beginning, a beautiful morning sans alarm. I get to think about all sorts of cool stuff, talk to all sorts of brilliant, beautiful people.
Oh, how I long for that life-contentness that I tended to take for granted. All is perfection, and you never realize it. Or at least not till later. I always sleep better then. Ah, if only.
It’s sorta funny, we were all so glad to be leaving Big D, in fact some of us damn near ran as far as possible. And now we are all looking forward to spending some time there. Guess the bad stuff isn’t as bad after a time. But there is always the change, the passing of time. And it is that which we can never recapture. Last summer was a unique, chaotic perfection. I can never expect it again, but I can look to something new, different. And I guess that’s the whole point in life. To move forward, while still connected to the whole past. No matter how it changes, its pivot remains the same. I suppose you can judge how far you’ve come by how much you can admit about your past. Distance and time clear perception. I imagine that’s sort of the point I’ve come to.
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stressed.
horny.
okay.