three in the morning productions

Sleepless in Sanford

I can't sleep. Tossing and turning in bed because I've been entertaining an idea in my head. It's something that I usually keep from talking to others about... from a personal vantage anyway, since this is a matter that has been beaten to death--in poems, stories and songs and just about every other possible medium you can think of.

But what if? What if I let myself go? What if--what if I were to live life unfettered by these inner and outer reservations? As I listen to these songs that I'm compiling for Mr. Platonically, I laugh at myself. Because they're all songs that pertain in some way or another to the same thing--love. Love. God how I hate the word. It's been used to sell everything and I'm not buying any of it. Hackneyed and abused, I'd rather have it in the words of Miss Eliza Doolittle: "Don't tell me--show me."

Still--if it happens... No, it can't happen. There are too many things holding me back. With the way I am right now, such a thing can only bring me down. And anyway, people like me shouldn't let ourselves be carried away by such posh.

So ask me. Go ahead.

Why the hell then, am I losing sleep?

12.31.02 - 4:27 a.m.

	Sleepless in Sanford I can't sleep. Tossing and turning in bed because I've been entertaining an idea in my head. It's something that I usually keep from talking to others about... from a personal vantage anyway, since this is a matter that has been beaten to death--in poems, stories and songs and just about every other possible medium you can think of. But what if? What if I let myself go? What if--what if I were to live life unfettered by these inner and outer reservations? As I listen to these songs that I'm compiling for Mr. Platonically, I laugh at myself. Because they're all songs that pertain in some way or another to the same thing--love. Love. God how I hate the word. It's been used to sell everything and I'm not buying any of it. Hackneyed and abused, I'd rather have it in the words of Miss Eliza Doolittle: "Don't tell me--show me." Still--if it happens... No, it can't happen. There are too many things holding me back. With the way I am right now, such a thing can only bring me down. And anyway, people like me shouldn't let ourselves be carried away by such posh. So ask me. Go ahead. Why the hell then, am I losing sleep? 12.31.02 - 4:27 a.m.