Night time tittle

Afternoon sky

There's no reason why I'd want to put up this picture at midnight, while I lie on the bed, feigning sleep, or rather while sleep feigns me. 

It's impossible to force yourself to sleep when sleep isn't on your system's agenda. 

You might be tired, your shoulder blades throbbing with searing ache, your hamstrings screaming in agony, your triceps raw with displeasure, but the moment you decide to give yourself a well deserved shut eye..well, that's exactly what you don't get.

The irony being that when you are at your sleepest best, it's already time for wakey wakey. 

Perhaps everything is a joke, but it's not a funny joke, and just cuz it's a joke doesn't mean it deserves a laugh. 

If I start writing poetry in a while, then know this, I'm having a pretty shitty night. 

I know what, I'll mentally start designing a menu for tomorrow. 

Lunch is already figured out. It's sitting in the fridge. 

I've only to figure out breakfast which I'm thinking should be some sort of a single serving frittata and dinner..mm..black rice perhaps. 

Imma mull it over. 

Good night world.