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The world is spinning in my head, making me dizzy. Memories of sour sweat and running on bare feet through a graveyard refuse to be stored away. They swirl in and out of my present. Sometimes it feels like I’m dreaming when I walk down the street, but in my dreams the dead faces are always turned towards me.
I should sleep.
Tomorrow will be different, as tomorrows are always different. The sun will be older tomorrow. The world will probably still be spinning though, no matter how much coffee I drink. And the gunfire will still be too loud.
I want to sleep.
Some day, I don’t remember which, a hippie on the train told me that I should find my inner sunshine. He told me inner sunshine will let me see rainbows when the sky is grey. But I am full inner sunshine. And explosions. And rainbows. I might just puke one up if the world does not stop spinning.
So why can’t I sleep?
A Bolg? 
awordofsubstance
/ January 23, 2014I like ‘memories of sour sweat’. You have beautiful description in here. I also like the piece of inner sunshine.
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W. R. Woolf
/ January 23, 2014Thank you very much.
themonumentaljackass
/ January 23, 2014You’re full of explosions?
When I become the Supreme Ruler of the Universe, please send in an application to be the Commander in Chief of my army.
On a more serious note, brilliant post!
W. R. Woolf
/ January 24, 2014You are going to be the supreme ruler of the universe?
Excellent! I can become the Commander in Chief, overthrow you and then I can be ruler of the universe without having to conquer the whole thing. Muhahahaha!
Sorry, I mean, where do I sign up?
Also, thank you.