No Rest for the Wicked

I can not sleep now,
with each thought, my body aches
you were my blanket


Awake and alone
solace gone, replaced by fear
will this always be?


Drift into the night
watching the sun rise again
lucid is not rest


there is no more depth
in one layer exists all
save but this longing


I dream through today
yesterday and tomorrow.
when will I wake up?


Real is not a choice
it will be you all along
even if I'm not

The Joys of Parenthood

I'm not sure how I feel about anyone my age having children.

It just seems so retro, like 1950s kind of stuff. That, and the two types of people that have kids this early are those who weren't expecting, and those who've wanted a full on family since age 15. Both seem counter productive to me, but then again half the stuff I do is far more idiotic than baby making... and I think that's why it's so hard to grasp their situation.