Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sometimes I like to put my life on repeat. I wake up, and then I fall asleep; over and over until I’m tired of being tired. It’s a lot to keep track of, but hey, simplicity is a complicated word. Would that I could forgo sleep, for going to sleep is akin to defeat. Why else do we “fight” sleep? Each time I close my eyes I am retreating, escaping backward into the future. I know a losing battle when I see one. My life continues on permanent press. Now, please excuse me while I go take a mid-afternoon nap.