| Insomnia - A Drabble |
[25 Nov 2008|07:57pm] |
Insomnia.
The inability to sleep. I don't sleep.
I tell myself, it's nothing. I'm just not tired. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I'm just not tired.
I just don't want to sleep.
Because as soon as I'm lying there, I know I'll start thinking. About where to go. About what to do. About what I'm doing here. About life. About him.
I'm afraid to think. I don't want to think.
But it's not that. I'm just not tired. I just don't want to sleep.
I'm just tired. I just want to sleep.
But I don't sleep. I won't.
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| Simon - A Drabble |
[25 Nov 2008|08:43pm] |
Lately, I find myself wondering about people I could've been friends with.
There was this kid in school. Simon. His adoptive name. He was a war orphan – a little black boy in a classroom full of white ones. Only years later I found out some people have trouble with that.
Last time I saw him was at the library. “How've you been? It's been a while.” We said we'd keep in touch, but we never did. That's life, it gets in the way.
I like to think we could've been friends. He killed himself before I could ever find out.
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