Wednesday, November 30, 2005
grant me sleep and more.
It's late at night and I should be asleep, but Stravinsky and my penchant for procrastination are keeping me up. I'm forcing drops of clear liquid onto my bloody eyeballs, before my eyelids instinctively rejects them by blinking furiously, the same way i brush away any lurking tendrils that might drag me down into unconscious sleep and beyond. Even though it keeps me awake as a last resort, I hate putting eyedrops and I only do so sparingly: it induces the memory and sensation of the prickling heat which gathers behind my eyes, and a lingering salty tinge at the corner of my lips. It's 5 in the morning - only 5 hours left to start preparing for my tutorial, before I leave home in the wintry morn for college. I don't know why, but even with a virtually full bottle, I'm strangely afraid that I'll run out of magic tears.
she procrastinated @ 05:00 |
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