Old ways..

My Demons are all to bed....shame that the same cannot be said about me...the wind shouts stories at the window and my mind listens for its tale. It is at this time of the morning that old ways haunt me, back to the sleepless nights and restless days. A time when I would read dozens of books a week...simply to use the countless hours of loneliness that filled the night. The wind speaks of empty streets and darkened windows.

To put the hours to use I would draw, discuss Philosophy in my mind and contemplate the meaning of it all, read and think on everything that there was to offer an active imagination.

Tonight....I shall go and close my eyes.....rest my tired body....beckon sleep with quiet inactivity, caress and ease my fertile mind...and let sleeping demons be!

All kinds of diversions wait for me this weekend.....I will need my beauty sleep....lets see what happens..