flow from me at 3AM
trying to sleep
A buzzy mind
A sorely tired body
Crying for sleep.
It's time
but ideas
I process
processing
I feel terribly uncomfortable while writing these notes down
apocalypse
shifting movement
revelation
I learn about myself with each internal step
within this interior castle
and I feel real fuckin grateful
I appreciate the people around me in so many different ways and
these drops dribble right out of my brain onto a page no matter how painful this position feels.
my shoulder is killing me holding this phone right now so I roll over and type for some time in another position but for now adios amigos