three in the morning productions

then again

Sunglight floods the room.
Restlessness. A nice day to be in bed, halfalive and hollowed out.

This morning, I woke up from a sleep that left me uncertain of what was real and what wasn't you. I cried for me-- because you were gone... but you were never here.

11 a.m.
By now you would think
that I would be up
But my bed sheet's shade
the heated choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could
want someone so much
'cause now you’re not here
And I'm knee deep
in that old fear
Forgive my indecision...

12 p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
heavy head up from my pillow
could it be?

I hope its you... it's you...

03.23.03 - 10:41 a.m.

	then again Sunglight floods the room. Restlessness. A nice day to be in bed, halfalive and hollowed out. This morning, I woke up from a sleep that left me uncertain of what was real and what wasn't you. I cried for me-- because you were gone... but you were never here. 11 a.m. By now you would think that I would be up But my bed sheet's shade the heated choices I've made And what did I find? I never thought I could want someone so much 'cause now you’re not here And I'm knee deep in that old fear Forgive my indecision... 12 p.m. and my dusty telephone rings heavy head up from my pillow could it be? I hope its you... it's you... 03.23.03 - 10:41 a.m.