me, myself, and i.

1:27.

fuck, i'm exhausted, but wide awake.

i can't imagine laying in bed right now.

and do whjat?

sleep?

ha!

i have way too much to think about.

i have plans to make,

preperations to adhere to,

i need to re-create what has been re-created so many times now,

that it's actually now just silly...

but i know i can do it.

i never rush things, i never ask "when/why/how/who?"

because when it's supposed to show itself,

it will.

on it's own time.

but to be honest, that philosophy

has always been my motto and my destiny.

but this time, i need to knock on destiny's door

and ask her to please hurry the fuck up,

cause,

i am not fucking playing around gurl,

i need to know,

and i need to know now.

is that clear?

so, well, now it's like,
exactly 2:30 and now that i had an hour on Photoshop,
showered,
ate again,
smoked a pack of newports
and smoked some excellent weed,
i'm feeling my eyelids begin to fall.
i feel myself winding down
breathing, and,
even feeling sleepy.
sometimes i just don't sleep.
i like to work in the middle of the night because it's so so so so quiet.
no phones, tv, buddy, nada...
just me, myself, and i.