What Dreams Can Come On a Sleepless Night

The tick of the clock speaks to me of silence that seems all the more cacophonous for the stillness.
The air sits heavy in the room and against my skin. Pushing me down toward unconsciousness.
I struggle to remain aware, for the stillness is the indrawn breath that the audience holds before the show.
Though the clock only speaks of silence, the show must be proportionately more exquisite for the anticipation.

Time Politely Says "Excuse Me"

Days swim by, unnoticed and unnoted. My life slips by unrecorded and soon all these feelings and thoughts will go the way of all ephemeral things. They will die and, soon afterward, forgotten. And yet, I do nothing to stem the flow. I do not even dip my hands in and try futilely to cup the memories as they slowly leak through my fingers. Scrap pieces of paper and a few jotted notes are all I have and the wind scatters them like leaves from my book.

Brain Dead

Have you ever felt like you are on the edge of consciousness but you are actually wide awake?
Umm...me neither.
My brain called in sick this weekend, but I don't think it was really sick. I think it just needed some R&R. However, it was similar to a CEO calling in sick in a large corporation, actually that's a bad example. It was like a chef calling in sick in a small restaurant. I no longer functioned correctly. I could only do the things that were habit or natural. People kept talking to me, but since my mind was else were, I was unable to respond much. My brain is back though, which is a very good thing and I'm functioning at almost 100% (My brain is a bit lackadaisical since it just got back from vacation).
Welcome back brain!