One of those quiet types who logs a lot of time in the bedlam of her head, I sometimes need to be startled awake to the fact that the outside world still exists.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
Unfortunately these days, there is a hell of a lot that keeps me awake.
I'm basically nocturnal.
What I try to capture as a writer is the feeling of being alive, of being awake.
Someone who's awake in the middle of the night is a soul consciousness when everyone else is asleep, and that creates a feeling of solitude in poetry that I very much like.
I believe a lot of our lives are spent asleep, and what I've been trying to do is hold on to those moments when a little spark cuts through the fog and nudges you.
And I might add the confidence with which distracted persons do oftentimes, when they are awake, think, they see black fiends in places, where there is no black object in sight without them.
As all of us are only too aware, the loud and frantic voices of the outer world easily drown out the small, still loving voice within.
I fall asleep everywhere! Someone recently asked if they could publish a book of pictures of me sleeping because there are so many.
I conduct all my nighttime activities under the assumption that my wife is awake, that she never falls asleep.