Lingering

It’s a little overcast outside, deep within my chest I have a dry congested cough I’ve carrying since the day before. I stayed up until around 3 o’clock in the morning, reading or I should say, listening to Alex Van Halen’s book “Brothers”. So I’ll use that and my deep cough as an excuse as to why I couldn’t go to sleep. They may not be valid excuses, but I’ll take anything I can get. I don’t use sleep medications, Lord knows I had enough trouble with that when the kids were little. But working most of my life on the nightshift will mess with your sleep cycle long after you quit.
 
I feel like I’m running a little bit of a fever, and my blood sugar is a little high. This congestion in my throat is getting a little annoying, like a chain smoker trying to get out a thought. But the pale sky outside is not nearly as blinding, but it still leaves everything awash with muted undertones of dirty white. I don’t have really anything much in mind. Other than thinking thoughts about those I miss. Of the ones stuck in similar situations obeying rules we all wish we could break. Holding on the wishes of comfort and protection against the wolves in sheep’s clothing just outside our doors.
 
Drinking the sorrow of things we can’t avoid. From the cups of honor and chastity, we gained from faith. So the sky brightens once again as the chemicals in my veins take ahold. Bringing me physically to a sense of calm but still leaving my spirit wanting things life has taken away. Like love, peace, and the desires of the soul. So I sit here in the haze of the green keys that guide me. Longing for a sandy patch of ground, full of sand gnats and the taste of day-old coffee, with the hint of cigarettes lingering in the air. 
 
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