TONIGHT

Is it the crave for connection that is keeping you up tonight; urging you to come here to read me; bored? Am I entertaining you? or is it just an attempt to connect?

But why?

And I am sure you are here. Now. I just know it. Funny? Scary? But it is true. I can see you beyond this page.

I know I did not make it yet to your 'favourites'. But I feel it when you google 'a message from within'. Click the first link to come to me.

And I wont sleep unless you do.

Please go sleep.

Comments

Cave said…
... i don't know what's keeping me up ... might be that craving for connexion ... reading you is not entertaining for sure; on the contrary ...

i wish i could stop ...

But my nights ARE sleepless; has been for so long now ... don't seem to be able to do anything about it ...

yes that's me you see beyond the page ... right here right now ...
9/26/2008 03:36:00 am
haal said…
not entertaining? really. i thought i am.

and what is keeping you up? nothing is worth it. life passes too. fast. someone once told me that days pass slowly, years pass quickly.

i will try dilute my sadness portion so that everyone can sleep :)

good night everyone
9/26/2008 11:11:00 am
Anonymous said…
do we observe begining of smth?:)
9/26/2008 09:17:00 pm
Anonymous said…
It is only an assurance that you are still here. Once that is known they will go to sleep. Not because they are safe, but because they managed to foster your 'feeling of solitude. Imprisonment.'
9/26/2008 09:55:00 pm
Anonymous said…
Is that you? It's your tone. But what is "it?"
9/30/2008 02:50:00 am
Cave said…
... and i'm still sleepless
10/03/2008 03:34:00 am
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