Rise from silent slumber
Another dreamless night
Void of consciousness
Restless waste of time
Tag Archives: Sleep
Nightfall again
Heavy eyes
Heavy chest
Come to rest on the edge of sleep
Precipice of consciousness
Fall into a dream
Humanity at rest
Alone in my waking realm
Waiting for the sun to rise
Predawn world
Between the street lamps and first light
Dark shades of blue
Last vestiges of night
Taking in the silence
Late night
Crickets gone to bed
The empty hours
Time to rest my head
Dream of better days
Sleep like the dead
Then awaken
Do it all again
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
Another short night
Fighting heavy eyes
Early to bed
Up before the sunrise
Try to fill the space between
Make the hours count
Soon it’s back to sleep
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
Subconscious
Find me in the small hours
Head held in my hands
Waking from a strange place
Strange dreams
I cannot understand
Stirred from bed, I rise before the Sun
Memory grows thin
As I forget what it was
Lie Down
Edge of sleep
Reaching out
Stepping forward gladly
Fall
Into the waters
Dark, quiet, calming
Lost beneath the waves
Sink into the deep
Find peace
A bed to lay
Moments
Reeling
Heels on the edge
Slipping
Losing consciousness
Falling into troubled sleep
Restless hour
Fitful and brief
Just beneath the waking surface
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