I cannot sleep.
It is no departure from the norm, I suppose. The dreams never stop. But this is the first night I haven't had something to occupy me while I whiled away the quiet hours.
I missed opening my confessional two weeks running now. It would laughable if it did not break my heart to admit it. Being on an trip is no excuse. I should not have gone to start with. But to leave my business undone, my research unfinished...unconscionable.
I need to be there. What if gnomes need someone to talk to and I am not there? What if they don't and I am deluding myself?
I achieve nothing by fighting myself, and yet there's a certain kind of absolution from it. Penitence? I am not certain. Can misgivings even count as such?
Who does a confessor confess to? I wonder.
Go, go, go, until you drop. Would that I had the energy the others have.
Pendie's Logbook 2: Unsleeping
by Pendie on Mar 29, 2014 at 05:55 AM}