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My eyes fall asleep. But my hands still scribble. Filling your feed. With my sleepy drivel. I write it then post. Thoughts pulled from my head. Try not to regret. The words that I said.
It's that time again, to close my eyes and start my sleepless nightshift, My sanity and sleep have seemingly developed a midnight rift.
This Opuss is being written at a time when it seems most of the community have fallen victim to sleep.
For some reason I can't sleep. It's two am in the morning to where my life happens and my mind is still wandering to different places.
Talking to you. Can't believe it's true. That we're over. And in the late night. I can't put up a fight. So I say we're over. We're over. But finally. You call the next day.
Things are going to get busy and people are going to be cranky for this incoming week, surely.
Sitting up at 10:38 wondering "why am I sitting here, what use is this" And the first thing that comes to mind is "would you rather sleep through all of that upset, or sit up and talk to...
02:35 am, and there is a disturbance in my psychic flow. Insomnia has come, yet again, and I switch on my iPod only to find my Opuss count at 99. So I guess that this is my 100th Opuss.
I could post anything up here but I won't. I'll just keep writing nonsense that falls out of my head and hopefully it makes it's way to be read and appreciated by someone.
Lying in my bed, Need to rest my head, Rolling left, Rolling right, Eyes shut tight. One sheep, two sheep, Damn. I can't sleep, Three sheep, meow. In my bed I leap, I take a little peep.
Ever noticed that the word bed is shaped like a bed. Bed has a nice comfortable headboard. bed is more of a regular wooden or metal structure. BED is a divan. I'm sorry...
It's 3:04AM and I'm lay in bed reading the rather wonderful Opuss. I have essays to write and psychologists to analyse for Monday so sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Isn't it funny (well not really funny in the slightest, but I digress) that when you are just about to go to sleep and your head hits the fluffy pillow luring you into your sweet slumber your brain...
Just woke up. God I'm early. It really doesn't make sense because until about 02:30am I was on Opuss just reading and writing some random shiz. Oh well.
It's quiet in my head except for the light rhythms reverberating from my headphones. I didn't have to press play since the music continued playing.