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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Nobody girl

egyptian cotton
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

One of the things about not being able to sleep, or being labeled an 'insomniac' which sounds so self-indulgent if I may say, is that you get to see the times of day and night that a lot of other's don't. Or catch movies on television that you say you will watch but hope to fall asleep during.

For instance, the sky gradually lightening to a grey in early morning, before it even thinks it's blue (even though technically, I guess it's not). I like watching the city rouse itself out of bed for work. More so in the summer, than the winter, for whatever reasons.

I love the Elizabethtown soundtrack. It's something that makes me melty, it's so good. When I fell asleep at 12 last night and woke at 3, I knew it was for good so I just got up and puttered around the house until now. One little phone call to take care of and then maybe I'll jump into that bed (new bed, by the way) and wrap myself up in those white egyptian cotton sheets, attempting to sleep again. Ryan Adams on the little stereo and maybe some Craig Bancroff too. Sounds like I'm ordering lunch, huh?

It's like food, I suppose. It's hard to force it down when you have no appetite.

Bed should be considered, by all intents and purposes, a good thing. A safe place to let your guard down and sink underwater. Frustrating, because I feel as though I've talked about this so much in my waking hours (har, har). There are only so many pictures one can take of the same wall, my dear.

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