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© Nicholas Vosper 2003 |
This frustration fed insomnia scatters my senses like gulls foraging for scraps of slumber. Tonight's motion picture idealism and cola, sugar-caffeine high only add to the melee. Yes, I fixed my eyes on the screen, and plunged my hands in the popcorn. Though not out of interest or hunger but to keep them from yours. As the romantic comedy played out and, as usual, the guy got the girl they held hands, kissed, touched. I made believe it was us, and now, I cannot stop the dream to sleep. I'm so tired. Tired of taking these eggshell steps. |