Strange title for this post, seeing as I have yet to sleep for more than five hours in one night this week. Being this tired has done several things to me: 1)drastically worsen my communication skills, particularly in the English language, 2)incite sporadic, furious rants about absolutely NOTHING, 3)allowed me to feel estranged from the world every now and then. For example, right now I can hear laundry-toilet water running through the pipes above and around me. I can hear the murmur of the ventilation system purring in the background of this basement. I can feel a small tendon located underneath my thumb, probably connecting it with my wrist — it is sore and afraid to move quickly. I can smell bonfire smoke on my clothes from several nights ago, despite my recent clothing-washing and three additional sheets of fabric softener, the flame-smell has woven its way into the fabric of my favorite college sweatshirt... I'm not really complaining. One of the rings on my hand, the one my mom gave me, is turned, palm-side. The tiny design-less band of metal that now faces me is plain and mocking. I have three very definite tan lines on my fingers. Look at my old skin. Look how it pales in comparison to the new me.
....years of twisting and turning all to become unfurled and still
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