Do you leave your warm bed to go downstairs for a cigarette or some pot or food or some other something to take your mind off what it is that’s keeping you awake? Is it me? Am I the one that disturbs your rest? Do I haunt you, tease you, arouse you, shake you from slumber? I think probably not. I think it’s probably just me that walks around at night, opening and closing the refrigerator, opening and closing the computer, checking my phone, my pulse, the clock, the calendar to see how long it’s been since we touched. The moon is wasted on me tonight. It illuminates nothing and the night is still dark.
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