I think too much.
It’s too early to sleep, it’s too late to sleep. I’m past the point of sleep. Every thought is time less spent sleeping. But who has time for sleep when there’s nighttime daydreaming?
I think about the would have, could have, should have – should I have?
I think about where I want to go, where have I been? List, after list, after list.. scrolling through endless thoughts behind my eyelids.