Monday, February 9, 2015
I need to sleep. It has been a long time since the last time I felt this way. The senses are almost always familiar but you don't have a name for them. Senses come and go like feelings and they are always hidden in there somewhere you are not aware of. Every once in a while as the reasons show up hideously invisible you start to feel a specific way. That is when you need to sleep. Sleeping is actually deserting. A soldier who is supposed to fight but deserts the battle and all the comrades. No one is alone in this fight; those who forfeit, sleep. Some eat, some crack up, some sleep. I need to sleep as it gets closer to the capacity I am made for.