Tired Blogger

“Only mad people think food and sleep are dispensable”… that was what a colleague at work said over lunch… I’m beginning to think that she might’ve been right after all. Today is my twelfths night straight with less that an hrs sleep all night. TIRED is starting to mean new things to me…. Yesterday I was a bad girl; I fail to understand why I pulled away from somebody who was only being very nice and why I was being moody and lousy… its the exhaustion and the fear. A bad combo….. I shall bid thee goodnight then…

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (or hoping I get there pretty soon!)

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  1. Variations on the Word “Sleep”

    I would like to watch you sleeping,
    which may not happen.
    I would like to watch you,
    sleeping. I would like to sleep
    with you, to enter
    your sleep as its smooth dark wave
    slides over my head

    and walk with you through that lucent
    wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
    with its watery sun & three moons
    towards the cave where you must descend,
    towards your worst fear

    I would like to give you the silver
    branch, the small white flower, the one
    word that will protect you
    from the grief at the center
    of your dream, from the grief
    at the center. I would like to follow
    you up the long stairway
    again & become
    the boat that would row you back
    carefully, a flame
    in two cupped hands
    to where your body lies
    beside me, and you enter
    it as easily as breathing in

    I would like to be the air
    that inhabits you for a moment
    only. I would like to be that unnoticed
    & that necessary.

    — Margaret Atwood


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