February 12, 2011 – Ain’t Finding Nothing

Sleepiness trickles down over my eyes.

A swollen tongue and slow, shallow breaths indicate rest is near.

Not weary yet drained of usable energy.

Mark time with me – finish what needs to be finished, plan the next day’s assault and let the air out of tonight’s punching bag.

Early or late, ready or not, it is difficult to stop a coasting train without someone in control.

It will continue its unmanned ramble down the tracks until either hitting an unmovable object or running out of fuel.

Even then the eventual stop may not be discernible.

The strength in a pair of eyelids is remarkable.

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