everyone now sleeps i sit here with my glowing screen; body rejecting the exaustion my mind holds.

my calling is a lonely, silent, unfamiliar room. a room which lacks a tv for me to run to the ever so faithful girl, interupted.

can i go back in time and not get my cat.

can i have a clean bed to sleep on in my own warm room. can i come to your bed and hear your comforting breath, to feel your warmth.

how did i survive before. what will i do once time takes control and im forced back into that which is my own.