night_to_day Sonya It's 4 am. Why am I still awake? For the past month I've been accustomed to a late schedule...staying up until the wee hours of the morning and rising in the early afternoon. Most everyone I know is fast asleep in the beds. The yawns are starting to invade my breathing, but I don't care. I have mixed feelings. I am faced with a fear far greater than I've ever known. For once in my life, I feel important and I feel as though I have something truly priceless and valuable. As such, I fear losing everything dear to me. At times I wonder if you see my value or what I have to offer. I wonder if you care. You should know that I reveal to you what no other person has ever seen. My dearest hope is that you never hate what I have laid at your feet. You would be trampling on shimmering lavender ribbons of hope, and rainbow crystal dreams. I'll lay in bed and ponder what will happen between you and me. The questions will still be unanswered. Your cynicism has been prevailing, but maybe it will fade soon. I am trying really hard to keep things together, and to show you how much I care. It hurts when I feel it goes unnoticed. I am giving more than I ever thought I would. Appreciate what you do have, because it may just disappear one day... Goodnight, and good morning. 020619 what's it to you? who go blather from