Every night it's the same.
'Ridiculous,' I tell myself.
'Why do you do this?', I question.
'Sleep should be a priority,' I reprimand.
But it isn't. Night holds freedom from the demands of the sunlit hours. The noise of responsibility is sleeping, blanketed by the darkness.
And I just never quite want it to end.
3 comments:
WHOA! Well said but I see the hour that was posted dear one!! I have just one word for you..... Impaired. ;-)
I know the feeling!
can't even start on anything sleep-related right now. so only a comment to let you know i am still reading!! :-)
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