3:20 AM

Creativity begets Creativity

That moral seems so forced to me

Yet it somehow seems to work

But I need sleep to be somewhat useful

And alarms are pounding in my head already

I’ve got bigger fish to fry

So I can’t be this stupid

It’s the final rehearsal

And I haven’t had a wink of sleep-

All I’ve done is draw and write and dance

But that’s good, too!

I spread myself thinly-

I’m red jam on brown toast

My neck is clicking and I’m covered in bug-bites from living my life

I catch apparitions in the corners of my eyes

I could blame it on lack of sleep but I’m self aware

And “superstitious"

I’m skeptical only of that term

How come it’s superstitious when it’s what I believe

And yet the shaman bedecked in gold broadcast to the world is holier than thou

I think that’s rather stupid

If beliefs make you better, the specifics shouldn’t matter

I’m probably just sounding like a bitter ex-catholic schoolgirl

Which I am

But I need to sleep and do my spiritual routine

Praying and thinking about ghosts- 

One shouldn’t be considered more valid than the other in my book

But I’m just repeating myself by now