I just wanted to ramble on a little before I crawled into this empty bed in this empty room in this empty house. When I am alone like this at night I think about the darkness and the stillness outside and inside. The people in the surrounding houses in the surrounding streets and neighborhoods laid beneath their covers in darkness, rows upon rows, sleeping soundly and still like mummies entombed in their linen wrappings. And here, thoughts are clamorous and seeking, leaking out into the night, washing over everything, past, present, and future.
I wonder if there are other people out there keeping this same vigil. Reluctant to turn off the lights and bury themselves under the sheets until it is time to rise again. Reluctant to give up and let go. Sometimes I wonder if people ever really know each other, or even if you can ever really know yourself. I feel like I’m missing some essential thing that I can sense by the empty space it leaves.
it might be impossible to answer, but it is definitely a very good question.
this reminds me of something i might have written, and so self-absorbed bastard that i am, i liked it very much. thanks.
Something must be wrong. I have never known you to be reluctant to fall asleep. You are the one person I know who can pass out ANYWHERE.
Sounds like vintage Chris to me…but still a little worrisome. Take care of yourself, sir.
Vintage, Chris, eh? Waka, waka.
Nicely put.