The full moon is disturbing my sleep tonight. It glares at me, lighting up my face in the darkness. Nowhere else does it shine; just on my face, keeping me awake. I have more than the moon on my mind as I stare out the window and see the glowing orb hovering in the night sky. There are commitments that I’ve avoided, hoping that they’d go away. And then there is the future as it waits ready to snap off a limp or two of mine just because. Yes, the future is a dangerous place, but we cannot do a thing about until it becomes the present. How I cannot wait to overcome the future and make its present into a glorious future: my victory. I will do this, like I always do, because when the present is done it becomes history, written solely about me. And how my victory of the future will become a wonderful history. That is, if I could only get to sleep. Reading, counting sheep, etc. etc. Nothing but sleep escapes me - beyond my grasp and just behind the threshold. It taunts me like a maniacal transient. And so, I write. Writing away my anthem and declaration of things that have yet to come to pass, but torture me nonetheless.
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