the poison for kuzco.
the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco.
It’s funny how my moments of profound thought, of absolute clarity of mind, come to me at the brink of sleep.
Just as my heavy lids press together with the weariness of another day, my mind comes alive with racing, slashing, and burning memories, thoughts, and ideas that only seem to awaken when I’m in this state of total relaxation.
For once I wish these same neurons would fire when I am having breakfast…or driving to work…some time when they can be of more use to me. All they accomplish at this point is making me lose sleep, sanity, and the ability to come to the end of a day with nothing but satisfaction.
There’s always more to be done, more lessons to learn, and more reflection to be given to past experiences and struggles.
I just wish thoughts of these things didn’t come at midnight.