somehow it got to be morning.
i have been dealing lately with feelings of disappointment. sometimes for good reason, sometimes for no reason at all.
but even the few beers i drank before midnight take adverse effect and leave me feeling like nothing but a big alcoholic.
"there seems to be a running theme about being fine and alright."
i've noticed it, too.
i am wide awake now in the early morning hours,
jolted by the dream i just had.
disappointed, even in the realm of imaginatation.
(but whose imagination?)
even upon waking, i could feel the intensity of such emotions
loss
betrayal
anger
and a lyric in my head. with nowhere to go until i acknowledge it, listen, admit it to myself.
"the fools we are as men."
as i peer out my bedroom window, the deep blue of a early morning summer sky gives me peace.
peace enough to let me back down to sleep.
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