Boredom makes girls do the oddest things. No sleep, boredom in the darkest hours of the night, that time right before the sun rises, makes girls do even stranger things. Okay, I did this tag yesterday, but that's not the point, I swear. I wish I could just get some sleep. I have a thing for owls lately. Is that a sign for a need of wisdom beyond things I am willing to open up to? It wouldn't be the first time, although it may be the first time my psyche would be ready and willing to admit it. I don't know. I just know I've started to collect owls. Like my friend here on my tag. Isn't he just precious? Watch out, he will peck out your eyes.
I feel the need to be creative today. I want to go see Bodies today. Hopefully, I can convince someone to go with me. I don't know, it might make me crazy to know that they're real, human bodies today, considering how much sleep I have had. Should make for an interesting story later. Fiction, facts, legends, myths, news. Eventually they are all the same thing. After a year or more, who can really discern truth from fiction, even if they were present? Exactly.
Perhaps the bodies will move in my mind. I need to go out and take some new pictures. Sometimes, I wish I was normal like everyone else seems to be. Sleep, have sweet dreams in the arms of someone I love. Such a distant dream, one that eludes me like smoke in a desperate grip. I'm so tired.
Someone explain to me that I'm not crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I give myself this hour to close my eyes. Someone wake me up.
I feel the need to be creative today. I want to go see Bodies today. Hopefully, I can convince someone to go with me. I don't know, it might make me crazy to know that they're real, human bodies today, considering how much sleep I have had. Should make for an interesting story later. Fiction, facts, legends, myths, news. Eventually they are all the same thing. After a year or more, who can really discern truth from fiction, even if they were present? Exactly.
Perhaps the bodies will move in my mind. I need to go out and take some new pictures. Sometimes, I wish I was normal like everyone else seems to be. Sleep, have sweet dreams in the arms of someone I love. Such a distant dream, one that eludes me like smoke in a desperate grip. I'm so tired.
Someone explain to me that I'm not crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I give myself this hour to close my eyes. Someone wake me up.

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