By Lock and Key - Unfinished, draft zero

I walk these paths until
They come familiar,
Nothing but veins to my feet.
The names of my companions
Do not matter.

Whether it is you, or it is you
Time will be no different, and
In time the sand forgets
It does not name the footprints.

In my silent life,
That quells my soul in secret
I am at peace with
This: that how I want to understand
Is cheek to cheek, is
Mouth to mouth.


[When I am with you, I pretend to be content with my life. When I am alone, I pretend to be content with myself.]

Oh for Christ's sake!

So here it is. Yesterday, I spent a bulk of the day hanging out with a gentleman that I met, I believe, on LiveJournal a couple of years ago. This will be the first time we've properly 'met'. We had a grand old time, exchanged some writing, made fun of each other, and perhaps most relevantly, drank a-lot- of coffee. This lasted until about... two oclock in the morning. So overcaffeinated I couldn't even hope to think straight, I was up somewhere in the order of another hour, perhaps 15 minutes or so shy. It is now, approximately, 3 in the morning. I fall into a troubled sleep.

RIDDLE ME THIS! Why, why in god's name, after being up that late, did I awake when the first grey wisps of light climbed through the gap in our curtains? Light will eventually wake me, but usually waits politely until the sun is all the way above the horizon (rather than just threatening it, sorta) and commences to shine directly through the window into my bedroom.

That happens, by the way, that first light, at around 6.

No, I did not fall back to sleep. Not even a little. I have a 10 hour workday today.

I can tell I'm going to have to devour a lot of sanity pills. Over that period of time.

No, I don't know what sanity pills are at the moment.. But mark my words, I'd better find out before 10.