It happened again.
11:59PM
Like my log months ago, I wasn’t asleep to call this a dream/nightmare. Conscious, my eyes open and closed almost passing the brick of slumber just when my assumptions I would see precisely the same picture as I captured seconds ago. It was quick, I caught it only at the corner of my left eye which made me doubt if I really did catch a glimpse of anything. Faded white silk. With all of my heart, I was frightened at the tip of a hill, seconds later my body was stiffened, not a nerve could move my body and my eyes were forced open. Vocal cords didn’t exist. My lids flickered viscously while my vision flashes black and white synchronizing. The feeling of your foot numb is similar to the feel of my entire body. I was conscious. I’m aware of it. If this was my imagination playing its evil cards, I would take my gun and head shot that hoe because this was no fun. On my sane behalf, my evidence for my insanity behalf was this lasted for less than a minute and my savior was that I left my laptop on and the screen woke up because of an incoming call. Everything released and disappeared. I’m not crazy.
Run the miles, turn the novel, hit the cages, drive the unexpected, and sync the melody.
I crave for the first stretch in bed.
Shifting the covers so I can feel the untouched piece that’s soaked from the temperature’s crisp air against my bod.The warmth from another body mimicking mine.
I’m using the block connected to my charger for the laptop to keep my feet warm.
That you hate me. Haha
Maybe because I went through yesterday without a snooze quirked up my emotions and killed my focus. Obvious assumption. Unnecessary pain to have my slumber to a regular cycle. After I got out of class at seven, I could of ko’ed but I would of woken up too early and it’ll fuck up my master plan. So I laid in bed, and watched the next available movie on Netflix. Going to say without my hibernation I was drawn to sensitivity so my explanation on why my tear ducs blew out and poured down rain on a desert when I watched The Last Song. Whatever, dreamt I let it rain and it formed a tidal wave to drown me. The salt in my droplets became figures and cutted my flesh open to sink into my blood. Ol’mighty pain in my subconscious. Then I was cooled down by slathered jello.
Many subjects to do, so many to view. Another chapter starts tomorrow. In my head, I always picture consistency and patterns with my days just like a regular human on classic twenty-four hours basis. I could come up with extraordinary creations, but I jump from projects to peeing upside so quick, I can’t keep up with myself. Reason I’m writing this is to stir up my cerebrum for however long I can for a jump-start to begin my stability. Which will probably last for about ten minutes after I complete this post because this is just a blog not my will power.
Works a bitch on steriods. Just today. For some reason, many of our guests have swollen, obnoxious dicks stitched onto their foreheads and swinging them around like they have all the money in the world to be carefree bitches.
