vital is sleep

and so i did, more often than in any previous week, this week... and so i was, deeply an wonderfully, and so it was now, then, and then, now, and wishing you were somehow here again, wouldn't it be nice, or something like that... i miss music and i don't turn it on and i don't sleep with it on like i used to... i stopped when i lost too many tapes... i lost one tape, then another tape, then another tape, then a few... and then, i lost most o the tapes that mattered and put the rest in storage and stayed away for almost two decades (wow, twenty years ago someday) because, i think, i do not want to believe the lost tapes are permanently gone and i do not want to face which tapes were lost, how much music died, how much of me was left behind...

see what happens in my sleep?...