but that sleep doesn't come...

i just posted.
but i am up with the itchy insomnia.
All I can do is lay here in the heat, and try to tell this deep deep longing that keeps me up, that it will be okay soon. soon. soon.
this is a substitute for genuine interaction.
I can't stop listening to mirah.

here is why:

I saddled up my pony right
And rode into the ghostly night
It was wide, wide open, wide, wide open

I left the only home I knew
I stayed alive and I found you
Now I take you where the water's deep
And make the air you breathe so sweet

But is it not enough to be complete? Please?
Let me give you everything you need, please?

We found a way, we found a street
Directions sweat under the sheets
And I let you have it, let you have it

But when I ride again into the night
My torch will shoot flames strong and bright
And my absence will remind you of
How tough it is to be in love

And it's not what I think it's what you say, hey
And it works great for you to have your way, hey

But if the west can be a desperate place
You search all day for just a taste
Of the cold, cold water, cold, cold water