as even fat-free vanilla yogurt becomes the base for my new ice cream and all sorts of healthier tastes substitute for the fat-sugar fat-carb and fat-fat foods i used to so adore but hardly miss anymore, i still don't sleep...
and even as i play softball four times a week, three evenings getting home too late to watch any prime time tv so i wait up for craig ferguson because he amuses me with his irreverent absurdity and sophmoric shtick, i still don't sleep...
and even as i rarely do an all-nighter these days because i play the corporate professional game of relatively 24/7 responsibility as i did once upon a time so many times ago in another life before i lost it all and was set adrift somewhere left of nowhere and the years demand more rest from this body, i still don't sleep...
and even as i so rarely browse the internet or check emails or, gasp, write even, (even?... oh, even) for reasons ignored or unknown or both or simply not created yet, i still don't sleep...
but the world inside my head awaits, still, so... i don't sleep...
because I miss you... i still don't sleep.
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