Plenty Of Writing

is part of the reason I’m up at 3:28 in the morning, trying not to wake my brother who is sleeping in the living room as I put away the clean dishes and put in the dirty ones.

How do I do these things.

No place you’d know

I watch my mother slow down randomly in the road, halting the progress of the car behind us. The two cars. Npr plays on the radio and I hear it in the background when suddenly I hear the word “absurd”. It leads me to think of the Theatre of the Absurd. I write this as I head home early from school, only to soon leave for the sleep centre for the checkup meeting to finally find out the results of my sleep study. I’m exhausted and I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t. I’m so ready for a reason for this problem so I may finally fix it. There’s a gathering on the road of two cars and people out of them and another as they wait to be able to go. We don’t know what’s going on but my mother goes into the lane for traffic of the other direction and for a few seconds we won’t be able to see if anyone is coming, but I am not scared. This exhaustion has blurred my sensations of emotions. Sense of emotions. The rain on the car is a pleasant sound as I sit in the driveway. Now inside, I sat hello and put down my large backpack, soon to leave with my father this time to the centre. Today has gone by without any importance and it’s only 1:01 PM and I barely remember anything. Any of it. I’m too tired for much of anything. I just want to sleep for eternity until I am rested. Today is a delusion of my exhausted mind that shall soon be forgotten, but possibly spare a few moments so far. I am not connected to the reality I see before me, holding nearly all I’ve ever known. I am apart of no world of my understanding, mind too lost for any grasp of it. Disassociated from everything. Too tired for anything.