All the Way Around

Backward. Forward. Up. Down. Upside down. Rightside up. Constant tugging on my limbs in every possible direction and angle. Brain rolled out like dough until it's so thin it begins to crumble. Worn out. Exhausted. Tired.

All of this and still sleep doesn't come to me. As I lay here I wonder why it doesn't wash over me like a wave washes over a sand castle when the tides turn high. I find myself always on the verge of depravation of sleep. I'm on the edge about to fall. All it takes is one step and I'll surrender my body to be a slave to my dreams. One step yet I can't seem to put my right foot forward. Or my left for that matter. Instead I choose to lay here. Eyes wide open. Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Thinking. Jack Johnson's mellow tune pops into my head like a flower bud at the beginning of spring. Like the sun's rays escaping through the cracks of the stone wall of storm clouds. Wishing.

I missed 11:11. Does it work? It hasn't seem to extend its magic to me yet. Maybe it has to answer more pressing wishes first. I'm not dying.  Or maybe it's a load of crap? Dare I say, I refuse to believe magic doesn't exist. It has to. In some way. Maybe love is magic. People say it's the closest thing we have to magic. And if you think about it, love is one of the most prominent subjects in Harry Potter. I may have just set off my nerd-detector. Oops. Then again... I'm proud of myself. Nerd for lyf3. I promise I will never show this nor type like that again.

On a side note... I want need to be done with high school. College, please come sooner.

Stay up well Night Owls. Or sleep well. I'm hitting my crash time about an hour and half earlier than usual. Must be the no nap after school.
Yours Truly, Julia