I slept way too much today!!

I haven't done this in awhile. Sleeping through the itchy skin that winter leaves me, not just from the cold, but the hunger, the insatiable itch at the core of the core of the core less, the colorless, immovable, everywhere but here, can't reach it because its permeating the very body you itch in and that which you don't live in. If you lose interest when you are trying to find interest, what do you do? Sleep. Sleep is the quieting of the persistent nagging you create in your mind to alarm when you become stationary and unimaginable.