Tonight is the most peaceful night I’ve had in a really long time.
I can’t sleep, but honestly I’m not gonna mind that til I have to get up at 12.
As I lay on the couch somewhere between sleep and wakefulness with Owen’s cover of Springsteen’s “Stolen Car” playing in my right ear, I was reminded in a second-long moment of 10-Planck length-from-sleep that everything is okay.
- Things don’t hurt like they did before school let out. I’m torn between whether or not they hurt at all.
- Falling asleep when it’s dark is a lovely idea.
- It’s summer, so quit being such a bummer.
And I realized I don’t think I miss her anymore. I reflected on mornings at 6 AM when she would wake and I fall asleep, and I didn’t find myself longing for them. I found my heart smiling at how happy I was then.
I think I know, at least for this hopefully-temporary moment of alertness, that I’m going to be okay.
in 7 hours I’m cutting this long mane of hair which has held 6 years of sadness and heartbreak.
Maybe it’ll start a new chapter of life.
“Chapter 4: It’s All Good, Homie. Go Back To Bed.”
"Thank God dreaming's free, 'cause I would spend all my money making make believe."




