Night one after surgery was MISERABLE.
I could not sleep.
I wrote 3 poems between the time span of 12:53 am and 4 am. I also crawled down the stairs to eat cereal sometime around 2. Yes, crawled like a child. I’m not sure if I was hungry or searching for a past time. What I do know is my mom (yes I always sleep with my mommy when I’m sick or post the 4 surgeries I’ve encountered) thinks I’m nuts.
Mom- Do you ever sleep?
Me- HI! Do you wanna play?
Mom- What drugs are you really on?
When I wasn’t typing away on my computer or eating I was quietly rocking out to Green Ink. Take a listen to a couple of their covers.
Long December
Firework
Check them out on YouTube- Green Ink Band
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