Saturday, February 7, 2009

Saturday.
last nights shadows were blue and harsh. the night was robbed of its darkness and the light shining into the room painted strange figures on the wall. I tried to lie still. not to move. to let my body sink back into dreamland, but the presence of the moonlight made me restless. i can feel the fingerprints of the nightly hours on my skin and  my eyes. They ache from all the various imprints and the thoughts are caught in a blue basket. the passage into the white morning light was relaxing and sleep finally hit me hard. These are nights not made for rest.

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