this_is_the_noise_that_keeps_me_awake birdmad regardless of what i do with my waking hours the quiet solitude of sleep has been known to backfire when i can feel my bowns and hear my own heartbeat pulsing in my ears sometimes when i dream i can almost imagine the sound of some mechanical parts of my brain accessing like a disc drive on some bizarre organic computer a dry mouth in search of water or that pre-dawn twitch in my stomach that tells me that maybe i want a snack or that semi-pleasant ache in demand of a release slave to the will of instinct 060524 ... grendel (how did i manage to so badly misspell bones as "bowns"?) that one is beyond me, i tell you maybe it's the insomnia 060524 ... yopur yopur thrives on spelling transgressions 060524 ... raze last night it was a moth drawn not to light but to the blinds on the window beside my bed. it kept flying into them. click. click. i turned on the light. i stood and stared at it for a while. it stopped moving. it hung there on one of the horizontal slats while the fan in my room made the blinds dance back and forth. just a little. i'd never seen a moth that size up close. its wings were beautiful. it stayed there all night. it was gone when i woke up. 210930 what's it to you? who go blather from