Mr. Sand Man

Trying to muster the strength to stay up past midnight, I'm not as young as I used to be. Swaying from side to side trying to quiet the z's humming in my head. Opening windows, opening doors, trying to do anything I can to keep myself from giving in to sleep. Thumbing through old albums, turning up the volume on the t.v.--trying to flood my senses with lights & sounds. Online blogging 'bout how I'm trying to stay up for no particular reason, other than boredom. Alone in my bedroom listening to Jonsi, thinking 'bout Tegan & Sara, still nothing's quite as inspirational as to having lived a full & interesting life: filled with ups & downs. Piecing together shared memories & feelings long since due, giving in to the sand man as my thinking slowly fades to gray.