Waking up at dawn and falling asleep long after midnight. What happens in the in-between? Toss and turn. Dream and burn. I've been sleeping less and lying down more. Too many thoughts run through my mind. A hundred million things happen around me. Somebody has a new home, someone a new baby, and everybody a new dream. I linger somewhere in between. I dream the old dreams in new bottles and think about all the things I will never have. Groucho Marx resting at my feet, Cheyenne in the crook of my arm, the aftertaste of your kiss, fresh blood in my veins. Ironically, life seems longer now. The days stretch into months and years, every minute is like a saga. I wonder what last thoughts will bring. I should have written some more and hidden a lot less... I should have loved myself more and cried a little less... I definitely should have gotten inked some more...
Life is no longer like that half-eaten sandwich. This time I will have to finish it. Hungry or not.