sleep?

almost like some sort of secret code, words just seem to gather meaning as they age, or as we age, or something, but for the past few days i've been monotonously hearing a voice, then voices, then choruses, then crowds, then mobs, then random flashes of voices wandering aimlessly in confined space randomly bumping into each other asking... sleep?...

way more caffeine that usual, and chocolate and sugar and last night, sausage and fried stuff (all the fun of the fair, or fotf, in some circles) and the brain pfttzzst (kind of short circuits without easily noticeable of motor function) and then, sleep comes in brief hour or two segments while the brain speeds along on the chemical additives... used to be called a high, i think...

eyes wide, doh duh da all around, heading toward the crash... a bit hung over now, quite bloated, we shall see how hard this crash is when it gets here (cuz it's just starting it's spiral, i think)... so some of the voices are asking (beyond the point of feeling, pleading, or anything) and some of the voices are laughing (beyond the point of reason) and some of the voices are suggesting we not (riding the high) and some of the voices are doing all sorts of other things with the infinite messages and meanings of the word, but over and over at random intervals the word pops up...

sleep?...

and if you happen by to read, how are you today? :)