SLEEP

Untitled, (Hotel Rooms) by Nobuyoshi Araki on top of My painting, 'California Beach Towel' 


I've had sleeping problems for about seven to eight years now. It started edging into my life as i edged out of my teens. My nights became longer and my days fell shorter. I tried different types of pills but they only worked in the short term. Before i knew it, my neurons were on fire again in the blackest black of midnight.

The details of everything i had experienced the day before come rushing to the edge of my awareness. It feels overbearing and demanding. Falling asleep feels about as natural as forcing a smile. I lay alone in my room thinking about every direction on the compass.
North, North East, South ...

I think about people from the past who've vanished and i think about the surprises waiting in store for me in the future.

Sometimes i think about people who i used to know and how it's crazy that we just keep living our lives no matter who leaves and who comes.

I think about what would happen if i got everything i wished for and how sweet my life would be.

I think about what the people i know all over the world are doing right now.

I think about abandoned castles in Europe and its doors slamming in the wind.

I think about all the famous people that i love and cherish and how they are atoms in the air.