Hours later and I still find myself here. Though this day is much different than others. As I finally begin to feel my eyes grow heavy, I realize that morning light is not meant for me. It only begs me to return to sleep. I wish I could return to dreams, but I know that the only thing that awaits me there is a deep sleep that will yield nothing of interest to my imagination.
I was considering memories that may or may not be. It has always fascinated me: my brains endless ability to forget and repress things. I refused for so long to see the big picture. Glass-half full mentality is only good in certain circumstances. Not when things need to be changed.