Saturday, July 12, 2008

My reasons for anxiety are manifold. Every little bit of a new day (a day anew?) hits me like a torpedo would a rotten pier. It chips away what is essentially falling apart anyway. Nothing holds. Until I can get used to the idea of being blown apart into little bits each of which will find its own little bit of sea, I will not be able to sleep.

Life will have to be re-invented. Insomniac-ally. Slowly.