I used to love the small hours. For a time, I lived most of my life between midnight and five in the morning. The substantial bits, at least. Now I feel quite miserable if I stay up past eleven. To be fair, I was a meth addict back then. I’d rather be early to bed than early to the grave, so I’m definitely better off now.

I didn’t really begin this post with any direction or purpose in mind, but it’s served well in temporarily preventing me from wasting time on social media. I suppose I’ll head back to bed and try to get some sleep. I don’t know if it’s stress that’s been messing with me lately, but I could do with a proper rest.

Hope everyone is doing well. Bye for now.

J.C. “Mongo” Lloyd

I’m having a lot of trouble getting to sleep at a normal time lately, and not for lack of trying. Even when I’m exhausted, I get about two or three hours, then wake up as tired as I started. It seems like nothing really helps, whether it be a commercially available sleep aid, or a vast quantity of pot. I know people like to suggest exercise, but I’ve actually been quite active in recent months. I swear, that’s the “have you tried turning it off and on” of the sleep world.

I hope everyone is doing well, and managing to enjoy their weekend. If you’re struggling like I am, I wish you luck and peace.

Warm regards,

J.C – Lloyd

Harbors of Night

Questing toward new horizons

Shielding my eyes from the sun

Vast ocean before me

Shores to learn my touch

Off on the tides

I’ll arrive by still winds

I’ve been drifting through the night….

Across the world within