I just finished reading "The Turing Option," and amazing book by the way, and I was about to go to sleep. I layed there, shifting positions awkwardly. Couldn't sleep, despite the time, and stared the the ceiling thinking about how much it sucks to be tired sleepless. I hate taking drugs, so I guess I'll put pen to paper and then tough out the night.
I line up pillows to take her place,
but nothing can replicate that warm embrace,
I miss skin on skin.
And hell, it's not even sexual,
I mean, shit, even porn's ineffectual.
Her absence makes sleeping sin.
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