Sleep just won't happen.

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Can't make it, no way to push it.  Yesterday, or the night before, I stayed in bed for four hours before surrendering and just... staying up until sleep found me.  Not going to do that tonight.  Beds, to me, are as uncomfortable as hospitals, as tombs.  Even though I cooled things off, it just doesn't matter.  Thoughts, you know.  Haunts from recent dreams... from life... from death... can see them more clearly when I rest, even if I can't sleep.  Especially when I cannot sleep.  Sometimes they play havoc on sleep, though I'm not sure that is the case now.  Just the weather, perhaps I didn't work enough today, though each may play some part.

The time I have known is over.  A new time it seems.  The more things change, in so many ways, the more they stay the same... innit.  This is the time I have known.

Some notions just won't stay dead.  Always to be continued, whether of dream or flesh, both maybe.  I am beginning to understand the next phase.  Oh, I know the next phase, I just don't want to know.

Well, until certain points.  The past is the future, and just as it seems.  Alpha and Omega is not just God, but His children, and servants, as well.  What is old is truly new again.

Forget?  Always and never.  Just here and now, sometimes, for what that really means.

No worries.  My health seems to be holding.  Either way, here or there, in the world or beyond, never worry.  What will be will be.  Choice, for a time, and then consequences.  At this point, I can't leave the world any other way.

Not so much if, mind you, only when, how... neither are of true consequence, only the story I wrote will matter, as with you and your story, and each to his own.  Make it a good story.  Even enjoy the suffering.  There is a reason for that as well.