Late-Night Wanderings of a Restless Mind

One of the down-sides to being sick is that you sleep a lot. You may think, "Man, that would be GREAT for a college student!" Generally, you'd be right. But when ill, you end up staying awake until odd hours of the night, when you should be asleep, and it totally throws off your schedule. [case in point...] As I rolled around in bed, I felt the urge to write. I'm not sure what I want to write about, but I do know that I needed to write. And thus, here I am.

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It overcomes me like a tidal wave; I cannot escape it.
No matter how hard I try, it is always there.
I run to it, I hide from it.
I give it, I take it.

When I need it, it is near.
When I want it, it is far.
When I crawl, I grasp it.
When I leap, it slips away.

I don't deserve it, neither do you.
But it comes with the main dish.
Without it, we starve.
With it, we never go hungry.

I cannot buy it, I cannot sell it.
I cannot borrow it, I cannot loan it out.
I do not see it, I do not hear it.
I only feel it from time to time.

Grace.