Enough has been sleeping
And hiding behind me
Enough has been sneaking
And trying to blind me
But enough is enough

I can't let this beast lie any longer, and I certainly won't allow it to sleep at my feet. What was once and twice my trust, has become something that I should have seen weeks away. There it was speeding at me like a bullet train, and I had my lucky makeshift blindfold on, waiting to be led forward and put on the ground Indian style. This puzzle has always been missing a few pieces, and until now I had been looking for what I thought was lost. It just so happens that they were never lost...they just weren't ever there. I've spent years in vain searching for those ever elusive pieces of the blue sky that make this jigsaw complete. But now by some strange miracle, puzzle pieces come pouring out of my veins and I'm left to turn unidentifiable pieces over and search. One can never say if it's fully worth it to keep flipping over bits of specifically shaped cardboard, but somehow it always feels right.

It's funny what you think when you sleep. How only your own thoughts exist when you're halfway between death and a stuggle for consciousness. Tossing and turning leaves me sore and bitter toward the harsh buzz of an alarm clock that always seems to ring about five minutes before I would like it to. These dreams of swimming through the cosmos let me drift slowly and admire the symphony of stellar creationism. All the stars that I swim past doing my nightly laps of nearby galaxies, soon they'll all burn out and leave everything they ever knew. But not before they burn brighter than they ever have or ever will again...not before they explode with the intensity of nothing you have ever seen..or ever will see again.