I haven't slept very well in the last week. Because every night I climb into bed hoping the morning will roll around in no time. I can't tell if it's because I'm starting to fear the dark again or whether I want something to hurry up and happen. I don't think it's the former, and if it's the latter I have no idea what that something is. All I know is that some unknown element of my life feels a bit incomplete and every night I hope the next morning will hold the answer.
No luck, still.
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