two:thirteen

last night i slept like a rock. a heavy, dead rock. limbs numb to the cold-legs wrapped tightly-wholly unaware of the tick-tick-ticking-constant clock. i slept so heavy i didn’t remember any dreams i may have dreamt. tonight however, i can hardly shut my eyes long enough to blink. i keep think-think-thinking-constant thoughts. they are loud, obnoxious thoughts of what if and why not. i need cotton balls in my ears and a straight jacket on my mind.

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