Sunday, June 11

4:20 am, as I'm writing this, I've been up since Friday. What has become of the shadow people. What has become of me? My eyes ache, I'm dehydrated. My body craves rest. Still my mind pounds on, my heart, neck and neck ... But nothing stops me from thinking of how I feel in this huge bed. I'm alone, you're full. I'm done no regrets.