Nap Nap All The Live Long Day

Days Walking - 79

I’m not feeling very well today.
Fatigued. Weak. When I got up this morning after a good ten hours of sleep and forced myself through breakfast, all I could think about was how good a six hour nap would feel.

Maybe I’m coming down with something, but I sincerely hope not. Thank Vishnu today is a rest day.

I’m going to cop out, use a Free Spin, and provide for you here a poem I wrote the other night. It’s a self-pity parade typical of thirteen year olds toying with laudanum.

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Patches of Green………………………...................By Litany Webb

I turn the music up too loud
To drown out my thoughts,

I can’t control where they take me
Days ago and far away

Is just too far to go
Or return from

Now knowing what I now know
I (think) I love you

Remains, impossible to ignore
Nor would I wish to

Even this thought - this small thing - hurts
Bittersweet and vague

The music loudest now,
Electronic beats drowning out BPM

DC electron flow disturbing my disturbances
Doubt-dodging self-blame synapses

It’s harder to hear my heart weeping
It’s a soft sound, but it carries.

Until the song ends
The iPod dies

And I have to remember

Litany Webb, signing off

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