No Sleep

It seems unlikely that I've lived for so long... I just don't remember ever existing through the near-infinite series of moments like this one right now – when they are noticed, they seem to stretch on forever. When you look at the clock and watch the second hand snap between one second increments it feels like time is everlasting. Focusing on the actual passing of seconds, minutes, hours... it can be easy to forget that there are only a certain number of them left. Every waking moment is precious and should be savoured like this... but then again, if we spend time savouring moments like fragile winter flowers, then they too will be wasted, for to sit and notice every moment from now until forever, is to sit and do nothing. All this time, but still never enough.

I never sleep, cos sleep is the cousin of death.

Peace, Taco.