Things

I felt like I should update everyone about what's going on in my life. However, I've been sitting, staring at the white page for at least five minutes. Watching the cursor blink, waiting for oncoming words is not bringing any about, as it usually does. I'm tired, my eyelids are heavy, but my mind is racing. If I were in bed, I'd be asleep, but I don't think I want to give in just yet. I'm kind of afraid for this day to end, although, technically, it will end with or without me in half an hour. But my theory is, the day isn't over until you go to sleep.
I love sleeping. I love the way unconsciousness rolls over you, and you allow yourself to be dragged by the tide. I love slipping into that place where I can do no wrong. But sometimes, sleep terrifies me. The way my mind wakes up before my body, and no amount of fear can get my legs to move. The way the dark side of my thoughts, my scariest imagined creations can get me here. I suppose I could always wake up, but sometimes the lull of closed eyes, and soft blankets, and comfort drags me back under. But I still go back. We always go back.

Maybe I once again, just think too much.