The Little Blue Engine by Shel Silverstein The little blue engine looked up at the hill. His light was weak, his whistle was shrill. He was tired and small, and the hill was tall, And his face blushed red as he softly said, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.” [...]
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Yes. Yes. Yes. As an apneac/insomniac, my hours alone in the middle of the night can be both a blessing and a curse. On the bright side, I have much more free time to think/doodle/listen/browse/post/chat/dream/cry than the normal human. On the dark side, I don’t sleep. Be that as it may, as it is neither [...]
if this were a real post…
It’s my Christmas in July sale.
it can be. but what a price.
Thinking conclusionary thoughts, and thinking introductory thoughts tonight. Full of disappointment and wonder.
i can’t watch it any more. i can’t listen any more. am i focusing on the negative? is there something else to focus on? if i swallowed a stick of dynamite and blew myself up into tiny pieces, and then those tiny pieces were each cut in half a million more times until only atoms [...]
time passes but i remain in the moment. i’ll never, never, ever understand.