Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Time is strange. It passes differently for all of us. Yet, it still passes. At the same rate.

I don't know why I do the things I do. Sometimes I do, but usually I end up mystifying myself... Until time passes, and then I see the why.

Why? This is why it is important for us to trust ourselves. For only we really have our best interests at heart. Not because others are untrue, but because no one else knows ourselves like we do.

I sit here watching the minutes tick by, asking God for sleep. Yet it is here, if I want it. It is me that keeps me up at night; my own restless mind.

For at night come the racing thoughts. The ones I refuse to not listen to; not think. Others take the easy way out. The smarter way really...

They watch tv until they pass out, complacent with its' hum. Not me. That's cheating. But not the sleeping pills I take that hardly ever work anymore. Not to me. I lay here, or sit here, and listen to the silence, my thoughts weaving in and out of it like water. I do not disturb myself; disturb myself.

It's all part of my ever present flux. Flux in time, flux in space. For where else are we ever really? Than existing inside of our own minds?