eyes wide open still..........
07/29/2006 01:38 a.m.
Yes I am awake, yes I am exhausted, but still I can't sleep. Peace eludes me as do other things I desire. And who am I to tell?
Who do you talk to? When no one can know? A keyboard is the who. Funny thing is this pile of clicking plastic never replies, but somehow the clacking sounds soothe me. I guess this is a rhythmic way of talking to myself in silence. I wish the clickety clack could offer advice, respond in a manner. Is there such a thing as automatic typing? Nope. Just tried and nothing happened.
Figures.
I am currently Empty
I am listening to Blathering background TV noise