No Rest In Sight

My stars are out tonight. And when they are, I can't sleep. To the table I go - pour the coffee & cream, and stare.

I can't help think the lady is a part of my mind now. She is the fear born from my youth, and made alive on the television. When it was turned off I could look deep into the cyrstals on the ceiling and create her in my minds eye - breathing life into her. It can still happen.