Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Hail Storm

It's after midnight.

Insomnia has struck again.

The night is still and quiet.

Even meditation apps won't do the trick.

Consider a pill but the consequences of a cloudy head tomorrow kill the decision.

Put headphones on and listen to Amy Shark.

You Think I Think I Sound Like God

Can never make it through this song without crying.

My mind is rattled and it moves in constant motion.

My feelings are a Ferris Wheel.

I want off this ride.

The storm hits out of nowhere.

Thunder cracks and the sound makes me jump.

Lightning flashes and for a second the truth is illuminated.

The reason I cannot sleep is clear.

Photo by Prokhor Minin
Because conflict and chaos are cruel and blue.

The hail pounds against the roof with a violent ferocity.

I wonder if this house will cave in all around me.

I wonder if I will ever sleep through the night again.

I wonder what it's like to not love so much.

The storm dies down and the stillness returns.

Chester Morris, Dolores Del Rio, and Richard Dix
in The Devil's Playground
I watch The Devil's Playground and feel bad for Richard Dix's character.

I decide Dolores Del Rio is playing a very unlikable leading lady.

I know I will be exhausted tomorrow.

For the rest of my life.

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