Thoughts by thelionwriter
I am constantly depriving my body of sleep. My body says “now”, my mind stays restless. As if I might miss something phenomenal by going to bed before five in the morning; the thought alone is ridiculous. However, my thoughts pace feverishly back and forth in the caverns of my head telling me “stay awake a little bit longer.” It might be my subconcious’ way of saying there are still things for me to accomplish before I can rest, islands to discover, empires to build, minds to mold, people to encourage, an ocean of things for me to learn, hear, experience. “I know, I know!” I find myself saying, “I should sleep but there’s still so much I can do right now.” It’s never the small things I can remember in the dreary sleep deprived sunrises I watch. I never recall the laundry I should fold or the clothes I should wear tomorrow, I where I need to be the next night even; instead these impatient concepts and projects appear in my mind with enormous responsibilities, grand visions, and the epic elusive goals of a dreamer. Pictures and sounds flowing through my minds eye the way a memory collapses suddenly upon us- only these memories are a future that my heart can feel itself pulling towards. Alas, nature calls me back from my brain’s denial of relief so that slowly I can crawl towards the rest my only human body needs. Sunsets are overrated.