ego

carpe night (?)

the insomniac's blessed curse. i don't even miss the
sleep much anymore. i just watch the night hours slip
slowly by, much slower than day time. i'll never know why we
don't use the night rather than the day. you get the
stars, the cooler air, and taco bell. what could be
better?

is it raining there? i ask because perhaps that would give
me some insight as to whether or not it is raining here..
we have ghost rain i suspect. i hear the sounds of a
silent splash. a vistor has come to rest on our porch. to
a feline stranger, cold cement must be quite inviting.

i might appreciate it as much if i had nine lives.