As long as I lock my doors and board up the windows so that the crazies can’t get me.
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I’ll probably sleep in late and eat some Buffalo Wild Wings. Don’t want to go out on an empty stomach or poorly rested.
Here it is happening again. Despite my intentions, I can feel it slipping in. Paranoia prevailed and suddenly my eyes can’t close. I’m all alone, even though I’m not, laying silent next to someone capable of what I cannot achieve.
Here I am awake again. I’m feeling sick and weak but no matter how I turn the dial sleep evades my every maneuver. Let me sleep and I promise you I will dream. Let me go away, for just a few hours, to places unexplored where I might be able to find what I’m looking for. Things that will never exist but somehow still do in the darkness of thoughts.
Here I’ll go again. To lay down and close my eyes, for hours upon hours, with little hope of reaching my goal of finally dreaming again.
I saw a bird get hit by a car today. It tried to fly under the machine’s chassis. So graceful as it went in and so mangled once it came out. Snapped wings and confusion. A metaphor could be spun, but why bother tampering with perfection?
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There’s not much point in thinking about the end. Yet, as humans, it crosses our minds and some people have a lot harder of a time digesting it. We want so hard to imagine it and see it how we need to. Whether it’s just a long journey’s well-deserved finale or a cliff-hanger that will never be rectified. The honest truth of it is that we can’t see how the end will be. If we’ll just be another chapter or the final one, which is beautiful. It’s amazing how we will continue on assuming we won’t be the end of the line when looming over our heads will always be that chance. Perhaps we’re the first generation to experience this phenomena. A population of people who know that they have absolutely no chance of knowing what may or may not happen to them.
I guess it scares me more than anything, than anyone, to consider the thought of my happy ending never being allowed to fully bloom.