waking up at 1 am to the soft hum of the fan
my body tormented with the heat
waking again near 6, feeling I should tumble out of bed and into the day
a cooling morning
dreams filled with more strangeness
me as the good guy battling semi-supernatural beings –
who are just people passing though, really
good days brush up against the bad days, which are unpredictable
like so many other things.
I manage to find slices of happiness, passion where I can
images dancing in books, text shifting before my eyes.
Again, I am unsure as to what I will be wearing today
my sleepy eyes attempting to drown my face
certainly, it would be nice if I could suspend every afternoon
just to spend some time with you.