my hormones are making it too hot to sleep

Being a woman is nothing more than a curse. Another sleepless night…it’s hot all around me. Even Bailey’s off his bed and on the cool wooden floor. I should get back to trying to sleep but instead I am recording a late night showing of the Last Picture Show and typing away here.

Lonely is a good friend of mine. She keeps me company most of the time.
I’m taking a deep breath. There’s a cool shadow of you sometimes to my right, sometimes my left.
Here is Lonely’s invitation
Kick a little dirt in my face, draw a line in the sand, do something dangerous or just take my hand.

Don’t you ever tire of the monologue…maybe even pine away for the dialogue? Oh fuck it…I can’t write anything valuable right now.

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