February 7, 2016
It is 4:13 am. Last time I looked at the clock, it was 3:50. This was when I lost my journal entry. How did I loose it? Damn if I know. It just disappeared. “Whoosh, all gone!”
I am mindful not to speak to the discomfort I experience from the Crones. Why? I’ve said it before, in previous posts. Why repeat myself?
My head aches to a slight degree. My eyes are tired yet refuse sleep.
Are these tired eyes caused by the lack of sleep? Perhaps? Well, most assuredly! Ah, the joy of being self-assured!
Am I depressed? Yes, primarily due to lack of sleep.
Can you know joy without knowing sadness?
I sit here and wonder, should I smoke some pot to secure a couple of hours of freedom from pain? Perhaps I can then get some sleep?
Its now 4:32 and I haven’t done a damn thing other than edit these words.
Its now 7:02 and I still haven’t done a damn thing. No sleep, no anything. Not even pot. Yet, my stomach feels better. But my head hurts slightly. Lack of sleep induced headache I reckon.
Lost in Shit
Lost and alone, I’m drowning
I drown in this:
An infinite sea of shit
My voice sounds off a cry of fear
But, nobody, not a one can hear.
What can I say?
I should not speak
For my Soul plays her games
Within Torture’s darkened chambers
Why do I stay alive, Sophia?
Gold sparks the scents of Death
What good am I
Inhabiting this planet of fools
Where no one can hear?
This cry of longing:
For what cause do these lips scream?
Perhaps because I know not
the true purpose of my heart’s beam?