i hear wolves around my doorstep, they're circling outside

insomnia struck last night... i already wrote a really eloquent (or so i thought) blog about it... and then my computer ate it... so nevermind... here's what i worked on

its 5 am
no 457
I've been up forever it seems
wallowing I guess they call it.... wallowing in a high rise..... staring down..... a red stoplight blinks incessantly
i drink wine from a plastic cup..... under florescent lights
snipping felt hearts- little wings in the background
wondering what bird is thinking

wondering what I missed tonight.... what went wrong... and why so many times.... I have to work in 3 hours.... but I could stay here....

wallowing in my paints.... in my music..... for a week.... maybe forever.....
a stream of fun house consciousness.... waking.... sleeping.... waking again.....

its 501
im still wallowing

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