In the small desperate hours just before dawn, I wait there, amongst the fading memories and shadows. Doleful and tired I find no rest within or without. Strange revelations flitter in mind pulling me away from the last significance of the day. I never recall the moment I fall into sleep as I awake to remain, always looking for the next evening and a peaceful nights rest. So it goes each day until one day it won't.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
In the small desperate hours just before dawn, I wait there, amongst the fading memories and shadows. Doleful and tired I find no rest within or without. Strange revelations flitter in mind pulling me away from the last significance of the day. I never recall the moment I fall into sleep as I awake to remain, always looking for the next evening and a peaceful nights rest. So it goes each day until one day it won't.
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