ink_blotter deb these weary eyes grow heavy as i stifle a yawn i wish wasn't there- i just can't make myself sleep- not in this house- not alone. too many things creep into this mind and i suddenly see things as i did at 5: wind howling, stairs creaking, wide eyed staring at the doorknob turning at 3am... i can't sleep in this house not alone i just can't make it go away 010412 ... Doar this makes me restless. 070720 what's it to you? who go blather from