night dreaming

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”


my woman sleeps next to me with her back to me. I have stayed up all night because I sleep wherever I get the chance. I sleep even when I'm not tired. I sleep because my days are filled with the same stories, the same vocabulary and the same minutes. I am awake when she is with me and I sleep usually when she sleeps but sometimes I don't sleep at all for fear that I will always sleep through everything. They say that you can change your life in an instant the moment you decide it. How funny, I've come to this realization so many times and still somehow it never changes. Little habits that makes my life fight with me to stay just like they are, kill me internally. But the story is so beautiful, no? The pain is glorious in its making.

ZzZ...