Date: 2008-11-25 20:41 Subject: Simon - A Drabble Security: Public Tags: drabble

Lately, I find myself wondering about people I could've been friends with.

There was this kid in school. Simon. His adoptive name. He was a war orphan – a little black boy in a classroom full of white ones. Only years later I found out some people have trouble with that.

Last time I saw him was at the library. “How've you been? It's been a while.” We said we'd keep in touch, but we never did. That's life. It gets in the way.

I like to think we could've been friends. He killed himself before I could ever find out.

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Date: 2008-11-25 19:25 Subject: Insomnia - A Drabble Security: Public Tags: drabble, insomnia, whining

Insomnia.

The inability to sleep. I don't sleep.

I tell myself, it's nothing. I'm just not tired. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I'm just not tired.

I just don't want to sleep.

Because as soon as I'm lying there, I know I'll start thinking. About where to go. About what to do. About what I'm doing here. About life. About him.

I'm afraid to think. I don't want to think.

But it's not that. I'm just not tired. I just don't want to sleep.

I'm just tired. I just want to sleep.

But I don't sleep. I won't.

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