Since my blatant lack of self-control last week I have had exactly 41 nightmares. All during bouts of sleep that lasted no less than 7 and no greater than 22 minutes. In each moment that heralded my little deaths I awoke wrapped in an awful shroud of calm. My eyes did not fly open upon mortal contact. I did not greet the sight of my ivory ceiling with widened eyes and a shiver of escape from Morpheus. I simply awakened.
Fuck.
Saturn has returned. When my research is complete & I understand the full ramafications of this, I shall expound further. Just know that, for now, those I had long since buried have climbed from the depths over many a waxing moon to haunt me. I face these ghosts warily.
The pretty noose, while having grown thinner, has not yet succumbed to the rigorous worrying to remove the dainty links from my neck.
Fuck.
I soundly curse the demons of miles and time. They keep me from fulfilling desire. Soon... still I say soon.
Enough quasi-thoughts brought on by a jaunt into fantasy to retrieve a story fit for a Haitian princess. I will attempt to be dreamless for more than a quarter-hour.
- so very far gone
P.S. *sigh* the job is great news, the schedule would be better... *adore*
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