January 20, 2014

Lying in bed at midnight
Eyes dry and alert
I wait anxiously
For darkness to transform
Into the light of day

These long hours of inactivity
And stark silence
Around me
Make room for thoughts
I’d rather not contemplate

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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