Misgiving Emotions are fleeting, but leave shadows in their wake. They follow stalk-eyed, peering through magnified lenses–watching as you undress. the folds of clothing fall in crumpled heaps and the voices slither from them, drumming the ear like fingers on a table. waiting patiently…

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake because my mind refuses to relax taking my body along for the ride long after I have closed my eyes Because my mind refuses to relax I toss and turn and worry and fret and strain…