Sunday, August 24, 2008
For the past week or more, I have been having a horrible case of insomnia. It has been a problem before, but has never bothered me too much since I never had things to do in the morning. Now I have to be at work by 9, and it isn't good at all to take sleeping pills at 2:30AM. (not that I want to take them at all.) I even have trouble sleeping after having taken something for it. Tonight, after having such a battle, a poem came into my head about insomnia. Here it is in a very early stage:
Finding Sleep (A.K.A Battling Insomnia)
When my heart is broken
and you are not there,
where can I find my solace?
Left alone, sleepless
with restless dreams and a tiredness
that will not subside,
I think of my world
and the golden strings, wondering
what will become of them next.
There are three sisters, sharing one sight,
Three minds with the same conclusions.
They sleep not, for there is work to be done,
Whilst I await my rest.
While dealing with insomnia, as I'm sure many people well know, the mind races. I had so many amazing and interesting things pop into my mind only tonight, that seem unrelated but are interconnected merely through the colors which they share. My mind has been too much awake, and I am going to try to fall asleep again. Good night.
Comic: “The Lockhorns” by Bill and Bunny Hoest
Thursday, August 7, 2008
The other day I was in the restroom at a local restaurant and when I came out a guy was waiting to go in. I gave him a quick glance; a simple acknowledgment that a person was there, but I was quick to go to my table. I thought that somehow I knew him; perhaps he was in school with me, went to the same parties, or was a regular at the store that I work at. Apparently I was looking right at Elijah Wood. It's strange how we become so familiar with the people we see on TV that we feel as though we have developed some sort of bond or relationship with them. It really was Elijah Wood, the fact was confirmed many times, and yet I never had the urge to run up to him and beg his autograph. What I found, after some contemplation, that is even more strange is how little I cared about his celebrity status and much I wanted to say "hi" like he was an old friend from years back. Maybe it's because I'm not that great a fan of his, but maybe there really isn't that much to the glamor of celebrities than that fact that he has millions of "old acquaintances".