have you ever woken up to the sound of your own sleep talk? this morning i woke up to myself yelling "Well, get him the hell outta here!" this is the second time i've done it. also, when i was much younger, i used to think i was on the toilet when in reality i was peeing in bed.
nonetheless, i frantically peeled my sleepy eyes open to find myself alone in the apartment once again.
so quiet. i've never had so much time to myself before. or, now that i come to think of it, i have. but usually i fill it up with something much like watching shows, creating my own busy-ness by talking to friends, learning guitar, writing music, anything but spending time with the One I have been neglecting...
why do i keep avoiding him? why do i always allow my flesh to determine what i do with my time and what i choose to do with myself? [awkward pause]
my dream was very disturbing now that i come to think of it.
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