sleeps' for dreamers

everyone is emotionally drained.

its that time of the year.

new year. new start? that worked for a day, then it all collapsed again.

telepathic communication exists. i sometimes find my self crying uncontrollably for no reason. the next day i find out my best friend got kicked out.

i like the idea of invisible channels in the atmosphere, that connect the people in this universe.

its in the blood.

oh god i feel myself starting on a massive essay about Rhonda Byrne's Secret.

if you haven't read it. do.

i am going to stop myself before i bore you anymore.

some sculptures i did december 2010.

last night was the first night i have slept properly in so long.

its not that i couldn't get to sleep, hell i would have loved to.

but i forced myself to stay up all night, doing work, drinking coffee by the pot, oozing caffeine.

black coffee.

the only way to drink it.

if i had cut myself i wouldn't have been surprised if i no longer bled red liquid,

but thick gloopy coffee.

it was strange though, living off no sleep.

when i walked, i wasn't really walking, i was floating.

i stayed awake artificially, in a trance between to two states of mind.

but sleep, its for dreamers,

they tell you to dream big,

so hey ho, i'm going to go now, and struggle into a peaceful, undeserved, rest.