I went to sleep for the daytime.

I appear to have lost every word that once flowed through my mind, begging me to stop and take note. I am hardly aware of my own thoughts. Trying to explain my own actions to myself is an effort in itself. My mind has dulled. These thoughts have all been dreamt before and spoken of. My feeble sentences have no strength against the powerful arguments others display in front of me. I talk in circles and explain in ambiguous statements. Being concise forces me to be decisive while taking hold of all that I dare to speak aloud. I hide behind excuses and 'yeah, it's fine(s)'... when does one realize they are cutting themselves off from reality? These late winter nights seem to mess with all that I think I know.

'Ain't this just like the present to be showing up like this?'