I note the moods,
Stay up early, having staring competitions
with the ceiling, from
my bed
to up there
is an infinate distance, if you desire it to be so
and I usually do….
Better to stare into forever and ever on a white painted celing
than inside what passes for a mind.
I challenge the daylight to show endurance
Keep awake until night has crept in and
carressed the light into retreating, slipping between
and cloaking the sky in herself.
I watch the computer
catalogue the internet, every site, or so it seems.
I will probably see them all in my nights.
I though depression made you tired?