why is it so early in the morning? – Sit, Hydrate, and Write

Sleepless

Sleep alludes me once more, What does one do when you wish to see her? Otiose I am once more As I stare at the darkness of the walls, Body still, mind slow, Yet it does not rest. I wake, finally, in quiet agony Wishing for a warm beverage, Not of coffee but of tea.Continue reading “Sleepless”