Like the walk of an aged tortoise, so is the movement of the hands of the clock, on this gloomy long morning. Its 3am, and I've been awake for hours now: am so tired and been trying to sleep, but all I do is toss and turn in my bed.
Its quite frustrating that the time you want to really sleep, you can't. But the minute you hit the road and the wind beat about your skin, you start dosing off. Or... is that the effect of insomnia? Is my body trying to somehow makeup for the lack of sleep its not been getting?
I haven't the slightest clue what the matter is.
Sometimes depending on the weather people might say, they have longer days and shorter nights: or longer nights and shorter days. How convenient for them to have such fine luxury. For me: the days, as well as the nights, are excruciatingly long, boring, hard and sad.
My 24 hours seem like they are doubling everyday. Am I being paranoid, or is it something else?
How long before the day is gone- before this 24 hours rolls over?
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The Solo Journals
RandomYou may be a loner or a person who has a million friends. However, no one is going be there with you 24/7: somewhere in the day, you are left alone. This writings are for those days, where you are royally and epically alone. Don't be lonely!
