waiting up

ready for sleep, eyes closing and head heavy and sitting up trying to write but nothing happens cuz the brain is ready for sleep but the always want to share part of this brain and even more the always want to care part of this brain (that i loosely call mine) waits up for jackson cuz we both want someone to say good night to or in our vernacular, nite nite love you so i push the sleep away and watch some tv, alien encounters 3 (wonder what 1 and 2 were like and is this the real thing or is this fantasy i mean, science fiction seems to blend with an attempt at making it seem real, but anyway, it's still the same old story, song, and la dee dah...

and a good thing too cuz jackson was hurting when she got home cuz a very long time friend who was a lover tore her up with very hurtful words and a cold dismissive fuck of and die (in so many words)... sad when people shut down and disappear inside themselves...

so tears, hugs, and processing... and then, sleep?... nope...

narf :)