not awake

i had such trepidation about awakening today with so many trepitditious things ahead. So many instances that would require me to assert myself in ways that go against my grain. So I lay there in bed, awake for 3 hours or so, until I realized that not attending to things i would prefer not to attend to was not very restful, nor was it helping me hide as much from them as i would have liked.

but the being awake part didn’t really work out too well, because there are so many degrees of awakefulness. and i never achieved the truly awake degree of awake.

it’s interesting how one person can always be there for you, no matter how difficult the circumstances. And how one person can passively watch as you slowly sink. And how sometimes one person can have the qualities of both.

people are complex. Or as my friend W likes to say, people are strange motherfuckers.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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