Tuesday, May 17, 2011

"It's many hundred miles, but it won't be long..."

I tossed and turned again last night.  Demons crept all over my mind; spiders roamed freely.  

It makes no sense. I had a great day yesterday. Then towards the end of the evening anxiety crept in, that led to restlessness.  It was too late, there was nothing that could be done. Another night lost. 

Trains steamed through my thoughts, conducted by feral forces alone.