Time Stories

Time has lost itself, folded away somewhere into repetition, deja vu and randomness. A week becomes a month becomes two hours, and I cannot possibly sleep long enough. I slept in the car yesterday, I slept sprawled on whatever piece of furniture was there for five minute bursts between working. Today could be yesterday, it could be Sunday... it could be any time, the suns up but that doesnt mean its not night. Somewhere.
This is what exhaustion feels like, when you dont have the time to give in to it, when its slow burning and taking its time ravaging you. Emotion, pain, joy, work and unsatisfied lust... borrowed against small indulgences I cant really afford... I am moving from one of these things to the other right now. Assembly line style living... its not even going with the flow, just "the program".

There are stories all around us - all around you - all the time, stories we might not ever hear unless we look, and listen, make ourselves available for them to be told. Some stories are told on wind and air, the story of someone walking past, that little hint of sadness stemming from some deep terror and pain that they can never get all of out of their eyes. You see it all the time, but maybe you never hear the stories.
The hospital is full of stories, you spend enough time there and in your own desperation, that need to reach out across some void and make contact with someone who understands and who's fear, pain, anger can match yours beat for beat, you start to hear many of them even if normally you dont listen.
I have a gift for stories, I listen naturally, I hear naturally, I can see and read. Sometimes they tell the stark truth. Sometimes they are lies, fantasies, fever dreams... but they tell the truth too. A lie is just the mask put on the truth, and if listener believes it, the teller told it somehow.
The stories can tease and turn on, they can frighten or do both, and sometimes remind you that you arent that bad, or connect you through shared human experience.
It breaks you out of your shell somehow, connects you to the voices of muse and the universe, to other beings... there are stories all around. Listen to the stories... find them, make yourself available to hear them, even whispered on the wind, it will help you, guide you.