Saturday, February 21, 2009
Between sobriety and sleep, there is an empty space that allows the brain room to wander about. Its far too late to speak on a human to human basis, but not late enough to retire my active mind to that Swedish foam pillow that contours perfectly to my weary head. Right now I just want to devour hand-fulls of dry cereal and post unimportant entries to my otherwise useless blog. I wish I could better convey these silly thoughts into some eloquent poem, but for the most part I am stuck with these words with out any escape plan. Maybe next time I'll write when Im a little less tired, and less apt to waste the readers time.