It's 5:55 am and I'm not in bed. I haven't been to bed and I don't want to go. Why go to bed when bed means that next thing you know you'll be a day older and that means another day wasted. I live in fear of tomorrow and the accumulation of all my tomorrows and tha old age and the waste and the failure that it'll bring.
The time doesn't stop- I know that but if I can just stay awake, then I might make the magical step. The step to the place where I get things done and things make sense and I make sense, to me, to other people.
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