novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the dotted yellow line all my life i have hated the regions bordering sleep. falling asleep, waking up, nightmares, tossing and turning, getting up to pee and then falling back into sleep. when i have nothing pressing happening the next day that requires a full amount of sleep, i just won't go to bed. after a while the dampness underneath my eyelids dries out and i remember stretched out days spent on highways. sleep is a lot like a road trip. rest stops where you use the bathroom and try to remember to wash your hands before getting back on the road. a crick in your neck. wavy daydreams. bad hair. alone even if you're right next to someone. bright colours and little flashes of detail. and exceptionally loud music. 2:04 am - 06.17.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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