sleep depravity has taken over.

so ill consider this a metaphor,

for another thing i can't afford.

brush you off as 'just another whore',

just one more that i'll have to ignore.

one more song,

one more word,

i bet you can't tell me anything

i've never heard.

one more time,

one more chance,

to let this pan out,

to create new romance.

you're the kind of beautiful

that i could wake up to every morning for the rest of my life.

i love how this post transcends.

i don't even know what i'm writing anymore.

all work and no play makes jon a dull boy.

all life and no sleep makes jon freakin' insane.

time to get some rest.