4:20-4:40
Scatterbrained and disconnected. Lights are brighter still than when I saw stars for a few hours last night. I fell to my hands and knees. I yelled at the street lamps. Wake up and smell the roses. The watchful eyes of mother nature. Each momentary fragment. I wish to lay out in the sun and read or do something lovely. But I will probably waste away in the depths of physical weakness and give in to short sleep. My eyes glaze over with this deficit. I can't write I can't stay awake. I will commence later. And miss today's sunlight. Sadly.
