insomnia showed up uninvited this week.

the haunting breeze always seems to swoop right in. bringing tales of revisiting unwanted lands. bringing light to recent events that have had opening night in wonderland but not in this land. events...conversations.. that will be cherished if the curtain call shows up ahead of schedule.

sing me to sleep.

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the thoughts that wanted to intrude, did, in a moment that

deserved to be pure and filtered from such infections.

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this new atmosphere brings new light and space.

light to see and space to grow.

the wheels are have already hit the ground.

and are running. fast.

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there is no end in sight

the start is concrete and focused

with a tight grip on time spent

slipping away.

New Home

New Art

done.
all set.
over it.
ready.

its seems like a steady cycle.
a consistent one as well.
anticipation kicks in.
instigation's are had.
(the ones necessary for a sudden urgency)
my mind is made up.

i want out.
i'm tapping out.
i'm folding.
i'm gone.

this could be all lies.
those little things that seem monumental.
take over the monumental things that seem little.
its a very deceiving light.
one not easily found in the dark.