I really don’t know where I’m getting all this energy from. I’ve been sleeping for about 2 hours the past few days and yet here I am wide awake at four in the morning. I just drank half a bottle of cough medication. Hopefully I’ll feel tired in a while. The thing I like about these wee hours is the silence. No screams of children playing or the roar of jet planes over head. Just the occasional soft wind blowing. It’s like watching the world sleep.
I want to write. But I can’t feel a thing. I’ve suppressed it all for too long. Sometimes you put on a mask for so long, you forget what’s underneath. I need to get away somewhere to collect my thoughts. It’s just so hard to get personal time now a day.
Maybe one day it will be the new Jacob's Ladder
