a tired sense of day and night.

i've been reading emily dickinson a lot. mewithoutYou blares through my heart, into my sleep, and awakes my thoughts. my phone never rings. "when i told you i loved you, well by God i meant it" andy hull sings my heart on stage several times a week on tour with a band named manchester orchestra. how did he write my mind so accurately? i cant even write my mind accurately. im so sick of being tired. this is my new blog. i will write in it. what dont i write in? i've been thinking this week about the ages and ages i spent alone inside my mind. hurting in my heart. have those years returned to haunt me, or to start over? O'Death. Your sting in here. God of Peace DELIVER ME!