is the grass any bluer...

is the grass any bluer...
...in Cincinnati!

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Insomniac

Of all the people I know, I sleep the least. All of my life I have battled sleep. Yet, I love to sleep! Still, it is the Z's that elude me. Whenever I can, I try to catch a nap, and lay down and rest my eyes if nothing else. However, tonight I woke up at 3 in the morning, and again, here I said, broken hearted.
It is a terrible existence, to awaken at 3 in the morning and not be able to return to Slumber.
I look at old photographs and long for the days when my son was at my side with his arm around my neck and always told me that I was the best. I used to be the best, you know?
However, now, I am full of doubt, and do nothing but cry most of the time. In the morning, and just a few hours that is, I will watch my worship service at Central Christian service Church oh, and listen to 27 years of music that my choir sang that has been compiled by our music director, and I will take my own form of communion here am I little seniors apartment Nine Stories above Vine Street in Lexington.

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