2-18-05
2:38 am
I am awake again.
At odd hours of the night.
My brain turning.
Over and over again.
Thoughts never stopping.
I just want silence.
I want to stop thinking.
Long enough to fall asleep.
Without thinking that I should be doing.
Doing something.
Always thinking there must be something.
Other then sleeping that I should be doing.
It is like a ghost.
That I can not escape from.
I always have to be doing.
Doing something.
So they will love me.
Will anyone ever love me.
Without me having to be doing.
Doing something.