It is 6 am; do you know where your brain is? Mine is running through complications and solutions, ordeals that are polluted with this strange feeling called numb. Thoughts and ideas run in and out of it and I cannot sleep. I arise from my bed and swallow my medication hoping it will slow it down so that I may go back to sleep. I could read poems from Rupert Brook. Even though they ring precious undertones of misery in my mind when I read them, it may still keep me awake. Only the light of my laptop now shines. I read that a light turned on will tell your brain that it is time to wake up and process the day’s journeys. From scratching my ass to figuring out how I will pay the bills this week. Therefore, I turn off the kitchen light. I also do not use my glasses hoping to make my eyes tired. All of this shit seems to be working, slowly, nevertheless working.
Christopher Chapman 2008 ©
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