There are times I purposely stay awake.
In those hours, I hold tightly onto things because sleeping means letting go... even though it's desperately needed.
I still sleep, however.
I hope the me holding on is able to forgive that.
I want to keep spinning and spinning... and spinning... and spinning... and spinning and spinning and spinning... and spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning to forget.
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tl;dr iโm being harassed by some doo doo head
One night this week ended up washing away the pain and doubt of the past year and a half.
I will still doubt, and have days where I feel less.
But I will not let go of that little light that guided me even when I couldn't see.
I swear, library cards are powerful stuff...
A bit unnerved that my sleep schedule is going back to normal.
It should be comforting to know that, but it also means that there's nothing keeping me awake anymore.
Sleepy is good right? That's very normal I suppose...
I think... I've decided.
It only took re-reading 'Flowers for Algernon' and 'The Nighthawk Star' to find a clear and simple answer.
The librarian realizing books offer profound solace? Couldn't be me.